IT'S ONLY A STORY - CONT...

(Remember this is all FICTION, all the characters and places that are in this story are purely fictitious).

cont...

Meanwhile Yorgos, the expanding consciousness of Yorgos, was trying to come to terms with his newly enlighteded self.

Once past the thought-cloud of sheep that hung around Vlavlahos, Yorgos travelled on in his bubble. Oh he was shaky at first and he could not grasp the here and now because he was here, there and everywhere at the same time. His brain adjusted to one view, only to be cast into another and the bubble became a kaleidoscope of jellified mirror images. The brightest of light hit each surface and rainbow flashes bounced and sparked to create some sort of quark hurtling between time.

So, what was the thought had had caused Yorgos' mind to suddenly whoop into such activity? It had certainly been a time stopper. What had caused that instantaneous duplication of cerebral plasma, (or indeed had the duplication of Yorgos' brain cell been the cause of this thought, which had so shockingly transported a simple shepherd into a sublime state of quaquaversal being?)? Well, don't forget we are talking shepherd's here. What to you and me may seem trivia, can (as was proved) be of mind blowing proportions to others. And, as was also proved, all the universal Theorems, Quantum, Academically accelerated euphemismas that have proceeded from multicellular brains have in fact missed the point altogether. The route to discovery is simplicity.

Yorgos' vision had been, well, more of an abstracted vision really; a vision stripped to its bare root; a vision of infinite simplicity; a vision of unequivocal enlightenment. Minimal, oh yes, as minimal as they come. Yorgos had seen... his future!

Now it doesn't really matter what Yorgos actually saw, (and it is doubtful that anyone will ever find out), the important thing is the effect that it had on him. It could have been a weeping madonna: it could have been a stigmatic bleeding palm. The fact is that Yorgos saw something that he had never seen before, and the sight of it had been such a shock that it had kick started his mind. Unfortunately, or fortunately for Yorgos, this great awakening had happened in unreal time, and now his watch had stopped and he had separated from the real-time Yorgos. The new, conscious Yorgos had been jettisoned far above the sheep- dream bubble that fogged the mountain village of Vlahassi and was hurtling uncontrollably here, there and everywhere.