(Part 18 D)
Rascal sent out a fax, enjoying posting over the ocean, “We are magic lanterns shining in the field of space.”
An answer came back: “From the light that never dies!”
Then, “We are the smile of being, the joy of the universe’s creation.”
And, “In us the Cosmos itself has come alive. It has reached consciousness from its primordial matter and energy.”
“The backbone of the Milky Way braces the sky.”
“We are on some far out and distant spiral arm.”
“We have arrived! We are life from stardust!”
“But we live but for but one of eternity’s heartbeats.”
“We owe all that we are to time, death, and the stars. Truly from the stars cometh our help. Stars are the creators of matter—this is why they shine.”
“The stars’ light is the origin of our being, the source of our matter, energy, everything.”
“Permanent, reassuring, unquenchable—it’s our speechless soul, our self-winding mainspring.”
“Blake wrote ‘In what far and fiery depths of space burnt the fire of your spirit? In what distant star was born the gleam in your eye?’”
“Energy and matter are interrelated. The void pulsates in an endless sequence, for a field is present throughout space immense, out of which all particles must condense, occurring where the field’s extremely intense.”
“Atoms are just energy bundles. They are knots in the fabric of space. Yet, matter defines the structure of space.”
“Again, the Yin is in the Yang, and vice versa!”
“I had a theory once: perhaps from out of nothing came the paired pluses and minuses of energy. The positive energy became matter, while the negative matter became gravity, negative because it takes a force, positive energy, to hold objects apart which are attracted by the negative force of gravity. So, when recombined, all energies still add up to nothing.”
“That’s ingenious. So, from nothing was written our account! And back to nothing we will still have to amount! Ah, but in between those two parentheses, the pluses rain on us from Heaven’s fount!”
“The stars remain, for now, as Eternity’s Love-lamps, representing our good works and deeds, which even the fathomless night cannot quench. Perhaps one day, at the end of forever, the stars too will die and grow cold when time conquers all; but, as long as they live, they will shine and radiate the hues that paint the colors of our ashes reborn again and again on the phoenix wings of time.”
“I thank the ninjas for this boating experience—I was a little worried at first.”
“Hear, hear!” they all replied.
And finally,
Look at the stars in the depths of the night—
Hold their flames in your mind, keeping them bright.
Their power flows, energizing you from
The Eternal Charger—you see the light!
Soul to soul, stars said to me, ‘I’m the light,
Thy spirit’s sight, a beauty bold and bright,
An inspiration come from darkest night,
A newborn star aglow with insight.’
From heaven’s stars came my dust eterne;
Time’s seas nurtured thee and thine in turn.
From time, death, and dust I thus became,
And by this, thus, and that I must return.
From that black and endless eternal deep,
Nature’s fertile soil woke me out of sleep,
Saw me bud, flower, leaf, strive, and die;
Then lays me back to rest, my soul to keep.
Oh thee, of thine, whence came this life of mine?
I wish to thank thee for this living wine.
Oh Nature, Father Time, Guiding Star—
Thanks for throwing me this earthly lifeline.
(Whens)
Life is a web of whos, whys, whats, and hows
Stretched in time between eternal boughs.
Gossamer threads hold the beads that glisten,
Each minute a sequence of instant nows.
“Hey, Austin,” faxed Rascal, “Where are you from?”
“Zip 12570.”
Wow, I’m at 12569; We’re neighbors, we live next door to each other and we never even knew it.”
(Rascal’s house) (town boundary) (Austin’s house)
“I’ll be darned; I thought I saw you once when you out were picking up your snail mail—and maybe another time when you were riding your bike really fast.”
The ancient travelers of the sky, among them Orion, Leo, and Gemini, smiled down at the ToeQuestors who had bravely stared death in the face, those who were now in the arms of Death’s fair brother, sleep—calm and secure in his embrace. Good thoughts filled their dreams.
Other ancient travelers had probably hoped that among the many lights that danced in the sky, that some oasis in space awaited them somewhere out there—a world where flowers bloomed and fountains sprayed—a paradise called Earth to glorify—a world of boundless beauty and grace that had no equal, anytime or anyplace.
Well, the sky is our father, nature our mother, and we the progeny, born from the conception of Heaven on Earth, the be all and the end all, for Earth IS actually the perfect place, a world balanced by sadness and smile, life and death, night and day, sun and flood, give and take, truth and doubt, plenty and drought, good and evil—for, you can’t have the one without the other—in which everything works and has a role, be it bacteria or decay; and, therefore, Earth, just the way it is, is truly the best of all possible worlds. How else could it be? We exist—and so the universe was favorable for us in the general sense. In the specific of rain or shine, we are on our own—the sky cannot give, at the same time, rain to the farmer’s crops and sun to the wedding across the street. The Earth seems rare—many stars could not sustain us. Even in our own solar system, the other planets boil or gas away as useless wastelands.
Fredrick awoke before dawn, surprised at what looked like the searchlight of a large ship on the horizon, and almost sent out a fax, but it was the third brightest light of the sky, Venus, rising, the Goddess of love, passion, and compassion. The moon rose, too, near her.
Rascal laid back, and looked at the conjunction of the moon with Venus. He sent out a fax, “I can hear them speaking, and they each other, too, for they are unusually close. Listen.”
The moon, representing cold chaste reason, said to Venus, with logic cool “Quench thy inner fire, fool, lest it destroy us and all the heavens along with it.”
Venus, a passionate lady, answered, “I only know WHAT I feel, not WHY! So—I must be the one to rule!”
“Don’t confuse me with feelings,” said the moon.
“And don’t you confuse me with facts,” said Venus.
“I guess we can’t always understand each other,” the moon finally admitted after a long pause, having reasoned it out. You have feelings that I could never understand. I have reasons that you could never feel. Let us try our best to temper each other, and then let’s take it from there.”
“Otherwise, some of your decisions would be heartless,” said Venus.
“And sometimes your actions will be illogical,” answered the moon.
“But I’ll still do WHAT I feel is right,” said Venus, “and sometimes you can tell me WHY, although it may not always matter.”
“OK,” said the moon, “we’ll try to work together. Peace to you. Perhaps I am beginning to understand this thing called feeling. Perhaps, emotions do play a large role in the making of decisions.”
Venus’s fiery lover, the sun, soon rose, ever near to her, while the ToeQuestors down below brought out some eggs, bacon, and sausage from their fridges, and had breakfast, their vigor renewed, the quest continuing ever onward toward Everything that ever was and may be.
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