Dumbledore has one. Snape has one. Pretty much every somebody has one. One what exactly? Stone closet with skeletons? Pretty much sums it up. But what exactly is it. Fantasy and fiction apart, our brain is the ultimate natural pensieve. Thoughts and memories which lie deep within our sub-conscience like hidden potential, just waiting to be tapped out. I remember one of Murdock’s entries which spoke about something related to this. But he spoke of it in a different context though. His excerpts are below,
“…and to be quite frank with you, everyone in the blessed world has millions of thoughts. Thoughts formulate into ideas. Ideas that bubble up in the pensieve of memories and thoughts in their heads and turn into words. Metaphorically that is what happens. As a divine angel said unto me,
” You must strive to attain a bigger net of imagination. In our world, each mind is unique. Each mind is a mass of thoughts. A pond, a lake, a sea, an ocean or sometimes barren land. What we see inspires us, influences us or over takes us. One must be adept and calm in mind, body and soul to net better fish. Do not worry about the extinction of fish or of its variety for after all production, progress, fission and fusion of thought are an infinite process.”
She set me thinking. He who steals the nectar of tangled memory is a sinner beyond redemption for God gives us a unique device. This device is none the less our brain to give unto the world new blossoms of ideas. Now all have heard of alchemy. None, of its true meaning. I shall tell you a small incident,
‘From the age of the Pharaohs to this day, I have never once believed that I shall witness the true powers of alchemy. Alchemy as many of you know is governed by the most powerful number in the world. Nay, not petty five. One may have five senses and five fingers but the true beauty of nature lies in symmetry. A pair of two limbs-without which fingers and toes don’t exist, a pair of lobes- without which the body can’t decipher the codes of the senses. Four, my friends, is the most powerful number in the world. Four rules that govern alchemy.
“Dark and impure lead to glittery and noble gold,
the elixir of life, the cure to the soul he sold,
dissolve his sorrows, clarity to uphold,
shall give thee wisdom, O brave and bold.”
-Murdock (mid 2600 BC)
Almost two millenniums later there comes along a short resolute Frenchman. Flamel his name was, Nicolas Flamel. Determination and perseverance were redefined by him. Unlike most alchemists he was one of a kind. A true alchemist, who understood the four rules while others, in greed, knew two. Wisdom. They say he never really made the philosopher’s stone. Some say he did. I knew the truth.
The philosopher’s stone is not a stone. Why, it’s not even an object. It’s the human mind and thoughts which is man’s elixir. His mind and heart. The mind can transform a simple idea into a source of income. The pensieve in him holds his salvation. His memories save his soul from eternal damnation and his thoughts help better the lives of many of his fellow beings, thus is the true elixir of life. And the ultimate solvent? The mind can solve any problem, dissolve any trouble, distill any thought and destroy any evil. Ironically I am not surprised but it was the Chinese who figured out this clause of my poem. They are synonymous to clarity. And they maintain that their words ring clear in the minds of men, yet it’s meaning they must clarify. If they choose to. Calm but passionate, clear and peaceful. Hence it is again no surprise that they answer me in riddles. The Moon Pool, high atop in the Hall of Warriors in the Jade Palace through the Valley of Peace. My journey there proved to me that they have answered my riddle in full. Again Wisdom.
Let me explain. The water in the pool is clear and reflects, like a mirror, my image and portrays the contents of my pensieve to me. Collaterally, as a blossom of the peach tree fell on the crystal surface creating ripples, it distorted my image. Conscience. Clarity. Chinese.”
“He who looks deep into hisself shall see a sea of thoughts. He shall drown hisself in them is an Alchemist. He shall never want to return from his memories- his past, his fantasies- his future, into his nightmare- his present. But what he sees not is that his Pensieve is his nightmare- his dream world and those who are lost to it must awaken. Awaken.”
-Shravan “Murdock” Santosh…’
The above lines were found etched in a stone pillar among the debris of some kind of shrine near the Wu Dang Mountains. It still remains a mystery as to how those words were etched as they seem to use no tools or carving materials to inscribe them on stone. Though we all at least know who wrote them, don’t we.
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