Book3:WereMyDreamIs

denonhimattimes,wasdearertohimthanadirectretive.Hefeltlostanddissotewithoutit.Butoherhandheytofindthatthelossofhisfleshbodydidterdestruofhimasay.Hehadachieved‘eterence’,whichishistrueself.Amildfeelingofhappinessrosefromthedepthofhisheart.Itwasafeelingquitedifferentfromtheventionaloresultedfromstarktrastwiththestimutionofgreatpain.ThemildfeelingofdelightinDimitri’sheartwasanaturalfeeling,owasbarelydisablebutwhichhehappeocatch.“WhyhaveIunknowinglyoverlookedsuchafeelinginalltheyearsIhavebeenalive?”Dimitriwondered.Suchmildfeelingofhappinessisaminuteoneimpossibletoexpressinwords.Allhislife,Dimitri’sfleshbodyhadsufferedallkindsofworriesaions.Theyedthemselvessotightlyaroundhim,somelightasspider’swe