At the fountain
Nice to be up here with you. A long time ago, there was a placeholder text here in this book; now the text is final.
A text is created over a period of time; this one was developed collectively over several weeks. What you read here is what I, what we, want you to read.
It’s one version of many, a final version, which might have turned out differently. Not unlike the fountain in front of you. Have a look at it. Isn’t it beautiful in its completed form? It might have looked different. Several people are behind this result; they made various decisions, installed some stones and left others lying around.
A very particular stone is in a similar situation. It remains one of many. But its fate is about to change.
Listen up: do you see the pile of stones on the monastery wall? Or did the nuns park in front of it again? This inconspicuous pile is important. Since my last visit, since we made the decision to show you it, this inconspicuous pile has transformed—into the pile of stones you see at this very moment. It is a precious accumulation of stones, of actions, of time. I’m well familiar with stones like this. We need one of them. They always materialize on my travels. Please pick a stone out of this pile. This is the way I learned on my first journey, and it’s how I always do it.
To ensure we have a safe trip home from our interdimensional journey, we need a stone exactly like this. A stone from here. Search with your eyes and your hands (but watch out, there are sharp things lying about) and pick out your own stone. Read on once you’ve found your stone.
Did you find your stone? Have a look at it—the way it lies in the palm of your hand. Take a sniff.
Now form a fist around the stone, hold onto it tightly or place in the pocket of your pants, shirt, jacket, or skirt. We’re taking it with us.
Now have a seat on the bench. Different strands of interdimensional photo wallpaper are tangled up here, that’s obvious. You just have to decide, and then we’ll enjoy the view.
Is your gaze drawn to…