My aim was to shoot 14 flying discs in
20 seconds from the back of a galloping horse.
The faultlessly shot arrows hit the flying
targets in 19.85 seconds. More than 8000 spectators indicated
the success with a stormy applause. But did I succeed? Because
there is a difference a man of our age has to make between
whether something be a success or something succeeded. For
me something is a success only if it is a catharsis. If
the catharsis fails, the success can be of any size but
it did not succeed after all.
At my world record two years ago in an
increased but cleared up state of mind, it has burned into
my brain like a brand what would be the definition of the
necessary optimal state for the top output. ENERGY-FULL
and EASY. I felt a huge strength in myself which was permeated
with calmness; like an intimate village’s quiet atmosphere
by the noon-chime. So I knew what was needed to bring the
maximum out of myself. But at the previous time I could
not observe what happened in the critical moment. In the
course of my present effort I managed to glance in more
deeply behind the scenes.
The spectators had 19.85 seconds to meet
a horseback archer. The horseback archer had 19.85 seconds
to meet his ancestors. I have disappeared for 19.85 seconds.
Where I have been, I don’t know, but I know that, by what
I was replaced with is incomparably better than me.
The job of a sculptor is to carve off the
surplus. A warrior does not do anything else than to polish
his technique throughout a lifetime to get rid of any unnecessary
movements and thoughts. The almighty sneaks in undetected
into the so created realm of pure act.
The news will sound somehow like this:
Kassai Lajos with a newer record output has got into the
Guinness book of world records. But you can believe me,
I was the only one, who was not present at that moment.