The World Is Under the Sword

I have a sword that can be used to ask questions. No one remembered this sentence later. The books were burned, the monuments fell, and the names were flattened. Only half of the story as told by the storyteller remains: "... The man is no longer there, the sword is no longer there, only the sky is still there." Someone asked: "What then?" The storyteller took a sip of tea: "Then? Then now. You sit here and listen to me, There are birds chirping outside the window, Isn't this the best then? "