When I posted this little story, I hadn't thought of the implications of the master/student, that it would be irresponsible for him to tell the student to hang over a cliff. It made sense to me on a metaphorical level. It's hard to tell in words. I'm maybe too used to see the world throught symbols and/or fantasy. Hell, I'm fan of mythology, fantasy like tolkien and metal like Burzum and Summoning. Maybe I'm stuck in my fantasy world, lost in a dream. But for me, the reality cannot be ''seen''. It's kind of invisible in a way. But my artistic/irrational side likes to put easthetic over reality. I don't know if that's a 'sin' but that's the way I am. Sometimes I fight my ''right'' to be lost in mythic imagination.
In a way, I think the manifestation of life is brought by the interaction or the friction between fantasy/dreamland and the Mystery.