Tale of Three Brothers

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. 

In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. These brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge. 

Before they could cross however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was death and he felt cheated. Cheated because travelers would usually drown in the river. 

But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him. 

So the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence: a wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death crossed to an elder tree on the banks of the river, fashioned a wand from a branch that hung there, and gave it to the oldest brother. 

Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death even further, and asked for the power to recall the loved ones from Death. So Death picked up a stone from the river and offered it to him, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead. 


And then Death turned to the third brother. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, reluctantly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.
Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death’s gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.The first brother traveled on for a week or more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible, drunk with the power the Elder Wand had given him.That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest brother as he lay, wine-sodden, upon his bed. The thief took the wand and, for good measure, slit the oldest brother’s throat. And so Death took the first brother for his own.Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his own home, where he lived alone. Here he took out the stone that had the power to recall the dead, and turned it thrice in his hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared at once before him.Yet soon she turned sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil for she did not truly belong to the world and she suffered. Finally the second brother, driven mad with hopeless longing, killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother.But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, but was never able to find him.It was only when he had attained a great age that the youngest brother finally took off the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son.And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and they departed this life, as equals…

Countless sleepless nights, mind travelling in other dimention

Ağır rüyalar veda eder gibi hüzünlü, buruk merhabalar doğurur. Uzun zamandır blog okurum çok da severek, açmaya üşenirdim hep. "Assignment" vesilesiyle başlamış oldum, adını da Junk koydum. Burayı moduma göre kullanacağım; sevdiğim, özlediğim, düşündüğüm, hayalini kurduğum her şey, okuduğum bir kitaptan her gün dinlediğim ama söylemeye cesaret edemediğim bir şarkıya kadar her şey burada artık. Mod demişken, modumuza göre mekan değiştirebilsek bunların hiçbiri başımıza gelmezdi değil mi? İnsanları, önceki gece rüyalarında ne gördüklerini bilmeden yargılamaya kalkmasak, ne düşündüklerini bilmeden kafamızda uydurduğumuz doğrularımıza inanmasak... Zaten düşüncemi açıklama çabam kendimi tatmin etmek için benim, seni inandırmak kadar önemli o da. Ama son zamanlarda düşünmekten de kaçıyorum hep. Düşünürsem seni, beni - bizi nelerin beklediğini fark etmekten korkuyorum, çoktan almam gerektiğini bildiğim kararları almaktan korkuyorum. Ama düşünceler biz düşünmeden nasıl düşer ki aklımıza? Düştükçe düşer uçurumun kenarından... İşte o an hissizleşirsin, hareket edemezsin artık felçlisindir. Felç geçirenleri düşünüp üzülüyorsun değil mi? Öyleyse onları bertaraf edip kendin için, elde kalanlara tutunarak birşeyler yapmanın vakti geldi, onlar senin için üzülmüyor zira. Hem çivi çiviyi sökmez bazen, iyice dibine işler. Bu böyle "kanayan yaralarına kan dursun diye başka bedenler basarsan mikrop kaparsın" tarzı bir durumdur. Yok diyorsan ki zaten yaramı iyileştirebilecek olan tek şey beni yaralayandır, o zaman bırak kanasın; o nasılsa sana kör sana sağır, sana felçli. Ama kanadıkça kolayca kanatırsın başkalarını da, zaten sen duygusuz olmak zorunda bırakıldın ve bu durum karşısında ne hissedeceğini bile bilmemekten başka birşey değil seni korkutan. Bir de yalnızlık var tabii. Biliyorum çünkü hepimiz aynıyız.  Sanırım hepimiz hayatın tek kişilik olduğunu anlayana kadar sevdiceklerimize yer açma çabasında yana kayıp kendimizi sıkıştırmaya devam edeceğiz. Ha bir yanda da hayali bile gülümseten, her gülümsememizde yokluklarını fark ettiğimiz insanlar var, kahkahamızı paylaşmak için delirdiğimiz; dokunabildiklerimiz yerine onları düşünüp susarız. Zaten geçmişi geçmişte yaşayamamaktan geliyor hep bu arkamıza bakarak yürüme çabalarımız, sonra sıkıysa bul hangi kanalizasyon çukurundasın... Ve bu yüzden mutlu son yoktur, olsa bile o sona giderken o kadar çok acı çekersin ki, mutlu olduğunu bile anlayamazsın. Zira ağır rüyalar veda eder gibi hüzünlü, buruk merhabalar doğurur.