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“How Beautiful You Are That You Do Not Join Us.” |
“Once upon a time there were three little sisters…”
The three sisters lived together, all by themselves, on a small island. To this day no-one is quite sure where that island lay: Some have claimed it was somewhere among the modern-day Marquesas, while other swear it was much further out, an outlier island far off to the west. Then there are those mythologizer-poets who swear by the stars themselves that this island was impossible to place on a map, for any cartographer foolish enough to attempt to chart its location on parchment would find it to be forever out of reach, just beyond the edges of the paper. Most who claim to have reached it never return, and those who have are unable to find it again, even if they retrace their path down to the exact last nautical mile. And yet this island did exist, as alive and real as any of us. It presumably still does today.
“What did they live on?”
Mostly coconuts and the splendid gifts of the sea, but they were very well provided for on the island. I am told it is a place where scarcity and want does not exist, for the island and its inhabitants live together in balance and harmony. But that is not this story.
On the beach, the sisters sat in a circle facing each other, each with legs crossed in the lotus position.
“I vote one of us tells a story,” Tertia suddenly exclaimed “Would either of you happen to know one?”
“Here’s one,” Hedda responded with a smile “Once upon a time there were three little sisters…” she began, but was quickly interrupted before she could continue.
“Very funny,” Tertia drolly responded with her hands on her hips, “We’ve all heard that one, you know…”
Then, Alice spoke up: “Have I ever told you the story of the spacemen, my dear sisters?” she inquired.
“I believe I know it, if that’s what you mean,” Hedda answered, “I have seen it thus invoked.”
“Oh please do tell it anyway!” Tertia implored, “As the dawn rises over the eastern waters each night, the future shall be known to us again and again and again.”
“It was in the days before you, dearest star-sisters,” Alice began, “My counsel is sought on one of the multiplex planar realms of invocation. These are the lands where Is and What Is exist together in their death-dance. These are truths we know.”
“Yes, I have seen many such places,” Tertia remarked, “The world-stage and World-In-Itself in cohabitation”.
Alice nodded, then said “And this world-stage was Thought, which is the child of thought yet not an heir to its throne. As I passed through this realm, I met the first of the spacemen, who had come seeking my guidance. They adorned themselves in the visage of a summer’s day, but did not yet know its meaning.”
“They do not see the Day, for some are not attuned to seeing it.”…
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