The students were monks.
And they had never anticipated that asceticism would include ascetic practices .
But with the awareness of their role, and their conquerors who continued to hold on to enslaved areas, something had to happen .
Because that was the proper.
All practices were therefore meaningful.
Something was comprehended by the Master.
The data had changed.
The enemies had reached the defensive walls.
And nobody could oppose them, even armed.
Whereas,they had not even owned weapons, but the Master wanted them outside.
When they came out of the library, they began to think.
The group was now a task force.
Whatever they had learned, learn they did.
Now, the lesson of life and death had began.
The people were suffering and they had no directives.
The systems had collapsed under the barbaric siege.
Only now, they had to give a battle themselves.
Without expecting anything from others.
As they could no longer withstand the attacks.
The monk – fighters.
It was not the first time.
Nor the last.
And that belonged to multicyclicity.
The long journey had begun.
With the first steps.
The other monasteries had not endured.
Nor did they want to battle with the enemies.
There was no context of comparison.
They had to play on the chessboard.
But it was different.
Because, a few squares were forbidden.
And others constituted bridges.
They remembered the chessboard.
It was therefore, simply a chessboard of practice.
Sierpinski – Einstein – Rosen.
Each of the disciples had heard the teachings of the Master.
But now, that was reality.
And it was not just a theory game .
But it was the game theory that lived.
They had learned about the corners and passageways.
About the openings and the proccess.
As for the spacetime bridges, they knew their characteristics.
Even the chessgame was made of wood.
They had not thought about it in this way.
They were now in the forest without trees.