The purity of the cubes, what are they? There are cubes of water, light, sky, and sky; this type of cube holds a miniature version of the atmosphere in the daytime, twilight, and night, making it the favorite cube to possess. Purity means human hands haven’t touched it. In the palm of a hand, a cube will only float, never touching human flesh. The cube floats and moves; they seem to have a mind. What is the origin of the cubes? Humans could have created them; isn’t this a contradiction? The creator’s used tools that never touched the cubes as they were made only a few inches, and the cube formed away from the device. Or the mind brought them into physical beings. Or the cubes created themselves; why? None have been able to ascertain—the crafter, whoever they have never touched a cube.
The sky cube displayed storms in the sky, eventually becoming a predictor of showers in the real world. If a cube such as this could be found, it was said in a house or the middle of a town. The sky cube’s sunsets were beautiful, each one that made it a mystery to other people that the sky it displayed was different; some seemed a person could enter the cube and the scenes it arrayed. Dead things and dreams, where did this come from? The mind of the cube could reach anywhere, into other lands, never there that existed in imagination or somewhere.
As a cube of purity is touched, it will sense the emotions visually sharing it, as the thought in metaphoric, literal visuals scenes. When an owner thinks about them, they appear. It could even change the thinking of the one who touches the cube. Superstition says the cube can purify the thoughts of a person. The cubes only show reality.
Cubes float in homes and are used as storage; there are types of cubes in all sizes; they are putting or floating all the cubes into one place to organize storage. Physical things are tiredness, thoughts, and feelings. Anything is possible to be stored.
The tiny cubes with the visual texture of marble are for looking into the future, but one has to be a practitioner to accurately predict the coming things with these cubes. There are the wise ones of the cubes; they live in those small cubes that fit into the palms of the hand. The wise ones fade into the cubes; inside the cubes, the world is pure untainted by good or evil. It’s a neutral world where a dweller puts their purity into it. What could be seen through the cubes are many alternative futures, with all possible outcomes, that never were. When a wise one dies cube becomes the personality and knowledge of the departed person. (people)
Where did the purity cubes come from? Some cubes were dug up from the ground, obviously from an ancient civilization, or they could have been hidden; perhaps the cubes hid. Maybe they just removed themselves from the world when people with minds that weren’t pure wanted to use them as tools for their desires.
People once thought that cubes could be dipped into water and transformed into medicine, but this concept was invalid. The cubes only inspired purity and well-being by gaining its wisdom, finding its philosophy struggling through its roads of dead ends. Eventually, the seeker finds its (the) knowledge within themselves. There were probably no teachers to inspire the seeker of the cubes; the seeker is their teacher. The cubes themselves were about life; in a sense, looking through them is like a game; people think of it as a puzzle; it is releasing a person’s mind to the reality of life, to release people from the wrong thinking.
What are the cubes made out of? Water has been thought of, others thought of another form of liquid, and learned people considered light; it defied anything that was considered. It was drilled into by people who tried to find its secrets, but they never found them, the drills and other tools failed. They tried to ask for the cubes. They could comprehend that they were not physical, physical, or spiritual; the cubes destroyed all definitions. Where are they of this world? They had no world. Did they exist only in mind? Perhaps, we, ourselves, and the world existed in the cubes. If the cubes lived in nowhere but is that someplace too? Saying or thinking of the cubes was a way of not explaining them. The cubes were held in human hands; they saw our world. Nothing existed apart from one another. Without good, there’s no evil; there is nothing good, and comparisons are needed. The world and humans need the cubes; the cubes need the world. Words and thoughts say nothing about a cube.
Where are the cubes located? People see them appear on their tables, on the floor, hanging in the air, where they weren’t before. Outside the cities, villages, and towns, where only nature resides, a lone traveler could find lines of cubes lighting the way to the traveler’s destination. Children play games with the cubes. They don’t seem to mind. That’s saying the cubes are alive, perhaps. The cubes are small and large. There’s no particular size.
Maybe the cubes are an illusion, perhaps not; one thing is that they help people, seekers move out of their delusions. The cubes of purity are a fantasy creation.
Robert J. Matsunaga
