A pure place in a mythical world can be anything that hasn’t been touched by feelings of hate, anger, jealousy, greed and other negative thoughts and emotions. It can also be defined as a place untouched by humans, physically and non-physically. The word untouched could mean a place that had changed, but the way it wished to change with the observed randomness of nature; change done by same force of spirit on things that control the change. Or a place where there was no change, as if everything was standing still, but isn’t. There was a pool of purity, there was a constant ripple, and a large drop of water from above that had no origin, it just dripped, it seemed no human was permitted there, there was a field that had allowed entry, only some animals were permitted. Perhaps that rippling pool was once a temple as some had surmised over the centuries, but that may not had been true, it could have been a place where a non-material machine or spirit resided, as anyone in any of the mythical world had known it had been there since humans came to that world. There were forests that were never touched by humans, because no one was permitted there, they disappeared, or died, or some invisible wall blocked the wall blocked their access. Other pure forests were located deep in the mountains at a high elevation, that was so inaccessible, even if there was ability of flight. Another is an inaccessible beach that was so pristine with unearthly beauty, its located near a beach, on a high cliff with a heavy fog and thick cloud cover, climbing down the cliff wasn’t possible even flying down. Flying insects and birds might have been the only creatures that lived in deep pools on the faces of the highest mountains where constant rain had filled the pools. That pools of microcosm and macrocosm never touched by observed by eyes or touch by a hand. People tried to jump down the high winds and thick upper air caught them on their way down slowed down their descent, but most people that had been blown upwards toward the cliff again felt there was an intelligent force that didn’t want people to go down to the beach bellow. There was something that appeared to be a cylinder with once level of sea; land sky with cloud that floated in the atmosphere a form drifted from place to place seemingly at random. There seemed to be a force guided that cylinder thing with an intelligence of its own. That was another pure place untouched by anything on earth, how was that known? People had taken flights up to these cylinders and realized there was nothing, no people. Places had existed where once people hadn’t lived there for so long that, it seemed to have had been purified as if people never lived there. Those were only a few of the pure places that had been mentioned.
Where there were places that were actually considered secluded and pure by the people of the mythical world like the Senetha, Silizan, Umharka, or Sahanaivium, the answer to that was not really because they didn’t know about those places and if they did, they couldn’t go there anyway, they were blocked. They had what they considered their own pure places. They made those places purity used the force called Scaithmanato, started all over again going back to the primeval time to re-purify that place with spiritual power and non-material machines. But there had been known to be places that were small that were never treaded upon by humans in the middle of a city, not even by any previous civilizations. Some pure places had to be entered upon by thought, a door into another dimension or universe. Those place being created were pure because the Scholar-priests-scientists wished it that way. Those priest-scientists entered such a place with a cocoon around them so as not to touch the things in the universe or dimension. Pure had another definition for the people, it didn’t mean that something wasn’t touched by humans or animals, the thought it invoked was purity in the mind did that imply innocence? It meant the cultivated the mind that everything was alright, those places disappeared, peoples anger, hate, feelings of loneliness, such places made people cultivate good feelings, that’s all it was.
Purity had all kinds of definitions in the mythical world, it could be a definite place, a sacred mountain, river, forest, it could be a place that moved from place to place, it was a type of thought or a feeling, an intangible thing that had no true location.
Every cultural group of the mythical world had their own thoughts about a place of purity. The central authorities had no power to say what place was scared, not even the philosophers, that was up to communities and individuals.
