In Basils mental space, we could observe the ginormous Kun Peng, the Hellhound, the nine white headed dragon, and the skeleton of eternal slaughter. This was an endless multiverse. Everything was catching that one that would actually showing what he could actually shame: it was his past. Why? Because he did not know about the past of his family. At first, he was only interested in showing up for his and yet he was here trying to get her out of hell, which was something that he could not get back from the very king of hell. Conversely, that was only hint that had about resurrecting his mother.
Other much than this could hope to see it in other ways what we are: the main hope to understand the main issue of life: the main fact that some identity was trying to hold him accountable for his lack of power. YES! Teaching others is to call out someone for their lack of power. The main issue with it is the lack of resentment that Basil posture exposed as if it were nothing but a banter that he had heard. After all, it was not more than continuous clash of egos. It did not move him to the point of accepting to the extent of using it to his advantage. For it was too easy for him.
Basil: you think you can teach me? HAHHA! My mother had the most outrageous ability to teach and yet I overcame her refinement. Nothing was wrong till that day came. Nothing could stay away from mother: she had been cursed. Really, I could have done something about this. I did not conquer her ability. I should have done something about that. Anyway, this could change it but at the same time, I did it. I just let it slip as if it were not anything at all. Life had got better for us… but day by day I could see how weak mother was getting on the way to top of what we could call life. Oftentimes, life is merely what he could actually do for the main huge problem of what she called love.
The mere thought of remembering about his life, In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun that was once the light that his mother had once seen in the eyes of his father or perhaps it was the result of being mad in love that very few could actually understand. The heart. The passion. The light. The thrill. The use of life. The greatness of what it could actually understand. Basically, this was the deal with the passion for love that his mother had unlike anyone in the world, making them pale to how much she understood love.
Helix: Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone's life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance in what you can do for other. You are look at it the wrong way. Alright! look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.
As for our capacity to love, the aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam that we all can be for the potential future that we can all have in the future that we see as the best use for the honest use of what we are for a generous future.
Basil: And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long and yet I can still all the colors of life by being with them. Alright! I am willing to train with you. Do you know something? When I was a child, I would observe mom and the following is what I would imagine: she says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars in what she would call beauty. For she was beauty incarnate. In that way, she could see the whole firmament.
They got to train for day in his mental space, igniting the flame of absolute destruction on his chess: this sparked an armour along with a purple black flame to be in the centre of the armour. The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark. The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark. The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark. This is what Basil would repeat in his mind. In that way, he would remember everything that he had been taught