"...To rule the Universe we need new mighty Nation, fused by one language."

                                                Mua, 3777 B.C.

It's a hot summer night. I am sitting at my PC in hopeless efforts to get new answers to eternal questions. Pastel colours of the screen are twinkling slightly, weak fussy buzz of the hard drive is hardly heard. Smooth curved surface of the mouse cools relaxed fingers. A couple of beers is doing its smart job and nice heat slowly flows down to my stomach, to knees, to feet...

Staring at the bright screen I see with my side vision white monitor frame, rectangle of the keaboard, dark desk surface and my eyes slide aimlessly across the text... I hear distant sounds of cars, passing by the house, weak noise of the computer fan, sluggish staccato of mouse clicks, accompanied by short squeaks of the chair under me and my breath becomes slow and quiet.

I feel soft touch of the chair back, firmness of the seat under my buttocks, of the floor under my soles, of the desk under my relaxed wrists and alcoholic intoxication grows inwards like a slow grass roots, step by step occupying new and new territories, movement as gradual as inevitable...

Changing one page after another,I still can see the same command buttons at the top, with all of these boring browser icons, and my eyes become getting tired, tending to be closed... I can hear somebody's slight footsteps somewhere, vague sounds from outside, even quite rustle of papers under warm breeze from the open window, and I continue slowly calming down, diving into myself deeper and deeper...

Feeling weight of my own hands, as they lay on the desk, sensing its smooth surface and sharp edge, I get myself melting in the screen ocean while all outside world is irrepressibly flowing away...

Through the slit of my half-closed eyelids I still see the blinking coloured spots of the image and in a strange way it sometimes becomes looking like my own...reflection in the dark water and I am sinking in its darkness... sinking... In silence that comes down I can even hear the calm beat of my heart, weak noise of my sleepy,quite breath and all these sounds are slowly flying away with the rest of the outside world, with the words turning from time to time into my own wispering voice...

While sensing my chest coming slowly up and down, my heart pulse rising up to the fingers, touching the mouse tenderly, I realize the really deep relaxation of mine... even if I don't want it, I am too lazy to change anything... I feel myself really comfortable in this nice beer meditation...

Visualizing some images... Pleasant images of the past... Mixing real memories and sweet dreams... My mind keeps working on something extremely important... Deep inside... Some unclear sounds, may be in a dream... May be they are words of unknown language... Mua-the true language of Nature... Language of spells and magic...Mua... I feel the mouse in my fingers moving a tiny bit... Moving by itself, may be... I get a rising feeling of something mysterious, something weird to happen... The mouse becomes alive fast, right in my hand turning into small fluffy beast...

I get all my problems dissapeared in thin air... I am among true friends... I see - gates to a glowing world of Mua are opening for me... I see myself returning there again and again... I hear my own voice, pronouncing The Golden Spell of Mua... I am listening to his answers... I become really strong and powerful... I become immortal... I feel - Mua will change my life forever... Mua is coming!