Book 6: Chapter 52: Mandala

Book 6: Chapter 52: Mandala

Things were quiet when they set out the next Sen pondered about the right word. It still looked like morning, but he suspected it was going to look like morning all of the time for the foreseeable future. Since there wasnt much to be done about it, he set the concern aside. Hed just call whenever they got up and started moving again morning. The rest had done him good, despite dreaming about inscrutable patterns that seemed like they ought to mean something and might actually mean something to someone else. He felt like his mind was much clearer than it had been the day before. It seemed that attempted possessions were no joke and best avoided in the future. Misty Peak seemed consumed with thoughts that troubled her, while Sen was wondering how long the journey would take.

The spider seemed wholly unconcerned. Sen did spend some time considering how much he was taking the spider for granted. As docile as it seemed, it was still a positively lethal spirit beast. If it turned on them while they slept, Sen wasnt entirely convinced that he would be able to withstand the spiders poison long enough to both kill the thing and treat himself. He felt a little guilty thinking that. The spider hadnt done anything to make him think it had ill intent. He supposed that distrust stemmed from not knowing why the thing had run after them into the ruins in the first place. I wonder if theres something inside the ruins that it wants, thought Sen. That would at least make the spiders behavior explicable. He also knew that if he truly wanted to know, he could simply endure the extended process of asking the spider endless yes or no questions, but Sen decided that he wasnt worried enough to put up with that just yet.

At first, Sen tried to keep track of their progress by leaving a trail behind them as he had done before and flying up to see how far theyd come. After what he thought was the equivalent of a few days, he simply gave it up as pointless. The complexity of the path they were forced to walk made it all but impossible to measure progress in a meaningful sense. He simply gave in to the monotony of the walking. With the buildings all looking alike and the roads all made in the same way, the environment fell away from his notice. He drifted into something that was almost a trance. Every once in a while, hed snap out of it and call for a halt. Hed pass out food, and theyd all rest for a while. Yet, even those breaks started to blur together. Conversation was sparse and usually faded to nothing after a few minutes. For Sens part, it was simply that he didnt think of anything he wanted to say.

He didnt notice when it was happening. The farther they walked, the less it looked like a city around them. The buildings melted away into a forest, and Sen found himself traversing a beaten dirt path that slowly carried him through foothills covered in tall grass that he didnt recognize. The path carried him to the base of a mountain where it transitioned from packed dirt into narrow stone steps that led up the mountain. His eyes tracked up and up. There had to be thousands of steps that he could see and likely more beyond that. However, he didnt hesitate. He simply placed a foot on the first step and started to climb. After all, what were thousands of steps to Sen. The ascent took hours, then days, then weeks, and still the mountain rose higher and higher. His steps fell on the stone with mechanical regularity, one after the next, each footfall making only a whisper of noise.

He was ambivalent, it was true, but it was almost always in the aftermath. He had only allowed that ambivalence to hold true sway occasionally. In the moment, Sen held conviction. Sometimes, he might not like where that conviction took him, but he had it. He realized that the ambivalence was there to serve a purpose. It was a reminder that problems had more than one solution, not just a reason to question his value. I can be more than one thing, he reminded himself. It was that truth that he kept coming back to, over and over again. He could be the ruthless cultivator, but he could also be the healer. He could be an enemy, but he could also be a friend. These things didnt make him weak. They didnt make him less. That duality wasnt just something in him. It was something in everyone. The drive to be only one thing was the true aberration.

How many hours had he spent trying to figure out what and who he should be? How much energy had he spent trying to decide which face was his real face? They were all his faces, his truths, and trying to suppress one in favor of another was to weaken himself. Sen imagined that many people would disagree with that conclusion. They would probably think he was being weak for not picking one thing to be but that was a them problem. He was the one who had to live in his skin, look at his own face in the mirror, and find them comfortable. He couldnt accomplish that by discarding his sympathy in favor of disregard any more than he could accomplish it by forgoing ruthlessness in favor of compassion. He needed all of it to be himself.

Sens foot came down on another step and the reality around him shattered like glass. The endless starscape fell away in pieces to reveal the place he had been trying to go the entire time. His foot was on the first step that led up to the temple in the center of the city. Sen froze in place as he tried to make sense of the experience. How long had he been walking through that city with no conscious awareness of where he was or what he was doing? Time had lost all meaning. Part of him was convinced that he had climbed up that mountain for hundreds or even thousands of years as he contended with his inner self. Another part of him was certain it had just been a second. Those two perceptions battled for dominance in his head, but neither felt more real than the other. Maybe both are true, thought Sen. He turned to ask Misty Peak what her experience was like, but she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the immediate area. Neither she nor the spider were anywhere to be seen.

Fantastic, said Sen. Thats just great.