See, this is not what you expected, but so what? - Amorella.
I would have never dreamed of putting Coleridge in here. I don't even know if it is legal to do so.
You gave him credit.
I have my concerns nevertheless as I am the legal author.
It's a draft, live with it for now. Tomorrow then, scene thirteen. - Amorella.
Scene 12
Jagged surrealistic forms are glued like stalagmites onto the motionless green-blue ground rising up into narrow stone towers, fingers touching the landscape of hazy blue-green atmosphere. A human being would be breathing irrationality in such a place, but the three Fates, the Moirai, are in their richest element where the potential of consequences is sealed as far as the Greek Pantheon and the humans, the Dead and the Living, are concerned. The smallest as well as the eldest of the three, Atropos, waved her right hand as if she were bearing a large flag for someone in the distance to see.
“We were told so,” said she. “We were told to steal the stretch of golden sky, too put thinly into each human string as immortal armor. In the process we further opened human hearts at either end. No more we bow to the once mighty Zeus. No more we bow to anyone but Necessity. Such is the shaping sword long drawn and curved for such a rise of heart that allows for better judgment to pass in heartsansoulsanminds that roll wind-wise into Elysium.
“We invented the seven letters strangely drawn from this surreal dancing light of dark and medium turquoises. This unlevel and windy Place beyond the skies of Olympus where the winds mimic wildly howling dogs.”
“Aye, we did. The Alpha and Beta and Eta and Tau as well as Iota and Upsilon.”
“We still have our A and B and H as well as our Roman I and U, but where is our missing Greek letter?”
“It was dissolved again, first to Light and second, to Impenetrable Thought.”
“Well rooted it is,” cackled the other one.
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Narrator here. Three female Personifications walking from leaf to twig. Outer surface of universe three, your universe, has an atmospheric illusion of two dimensions appearing as three on its outer surface tension. Very similar, in a sense, to how the environment is within Elysium as the Rebellion slowly meanders its way through its chosen crowd of ten thousand, somewhat like these nine lines of Coleridge in Kubla Khan:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
So it is that Elysium is buried within the leafy stem of universe, connected and disconnected at the same time. For what is a leaf without a stem, and stem without a twig or branch, and branch without a trunk and roots too, for all are as one in defining a tree and so it is with rooted and caused higher consciousness scattered about in cells of life.
Inference moves the tree-formed mass of thought and light while intent is understood without the need of knowledge. For how would it be to see a flash of Angel and not wonder on the observed effect, both ways, mind you.
Both ways the physics works in the quantum uncertainty principle of observed measured effect. The Supervisor observes. The Supervisor is observed. For the three old Personifications it is an accidental trip without a rabbit hole to trip into. The Supervisor is. One or three Greek Personifications is less. Existential, and none the less so, are witnesses on both secondary sides of the Fence. This is how it is for Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. Secondary sources, poetic devices, not Primary.
The third leaf with the small stem on the twig to branch to tree and root is at best a very general second or third rated source. Real and True, a Fact to be sure but as an alphabet with one letter missing, mistranslation is a given and as such a fiction is much better than said fact any day. This the Greeks understood. In the twenty-first century this is not so much true. Facts are naked like bones and muscle and skin and hair. It is only by looking in the mirror that a story of the Tree and Human-like Consciousness can be boldly understated and dramatically under-told.
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Meanwhile back among the blue-green atmospheric mix the Fate driving three wander further down the stone path and stony walls that encircles a great plain surrounded by surrealist stony mounds high rising, like nearly filled tunnels that run the mind in search of a new Idea or Concept, all the while knowing a letter is missing. A piece of Text forever lost.
Lachesis to Atropos spoke, “The missing milky white letter’s name is pronounced in the concluding lines from Coleridge Before and Coleridge Since.”
And, the three Sisters break into song, not yet by then in a humanly language told, but the Sisters understood the lyrics just the same:
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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