|
|
The
Breath before the Plunge (MG) |
| |
| The wave grew in size several fold, and soon towered above
them as tall as the highest trees that grow on dry land. And
just as it appeared that Triadondia and his dragon pal would
be swallowed by the wave, a chasm suddenly opened into which
the team of white horses plunged, In their wake, there appeared,
at the end of a long set of reins, an ornate chariot of gold,
bright as the sun, and in it a majestic figure with flowing
white hair and beard, wearing deep blue and purple robes,
with a face powerful, still youthful and marvelously tanned.
The chariot pulled right up to the two of them standing there,
and a grand figure stepped off the chariot. Standing before
them was the Greek god, Poseidon, who raised his three-pronged
trident and planted it by his feet. |
| |
|
JellyLady
Stargazing (MG) |
| |
POSEIDON: Welcome, young lad.
TRIADONDIA: (fully intimidated) Um, thank you. Thank
you. Welcome to you as well.
POSEIDON: (slightly vain) Do I look as you have imagined
me?
TRIADONDIA: (with uncertainty) I suppose so, sir.
To be honest, my previous life was so filled with natural
creatures and varieties of marine vegetation, that I never
really spent much time imagining what the gods would look
like, or if they would ever deign to appear or speak to me.
POSEIDON: Well, all the better I say. Be rid of expectations
and you shall not taste of the disappointment that idle dreaming
inflicts upon the weak of mind who invent petty figments to
steal them away from the boring captivity of their own shriveled
imaginations. |
| |
|
Mystic
Vibrationists (CG) |
| |
TRIADONDIA: May I ask to what good fortune, we owe this
impressive arrival and visitation?
POSEIDON: Yes, well… this sort of thing is rather standard
procedure here, being the god of the sea and all. You are
in deeper than you can imagine now, my boy. And so we are
here at your request – lending some form and substance
to the still ill-defined aspects of your own fledgling god-like
nature.
TRIADONDIA: I see… or at least I think I do. And certainly,
I am most appreciative for the opportunity to see you unfurl
yourself in such a vivid and imposing fashion.
POSEIDON: Well, I'm not really that imposing, I don’t
think. It’s just a job, an aspect of nature, you know;
the powers of the sea, the storms and the fate thing, Life
and death – it all ties together, but it is a lot to
keep track of, and so the human imagination floundering around…
how do you say it?…”personifies” - you know,
puts a face on the unknown, casts a little fancy and familiar
light on the face of the darkness.
TRIADONDIA: You don’t have to so modest.
POSEIDON: Of course I don’t. I could just as easily
turn a hand and be the voice from the whirlwind, or the icy
and bloody blade of doom, but that is neither who nor what
I am right now.
In fact, I am you right now. I am the you that is the god
of the sea anyway, that is the keeper of all miracles that
attach themselves to water, which of course is what surrounds
the surface of the earth and gives life to all the animals,
vegetables and mineral to which it is home. In that regard,
I am also the keeper of those little molecules of hydrogen
and oxygen that are the preserving formula that allows life
to sustain itself through time. |
| |
|
You
Vee Viewmister (DW) |
| |
TRIADONDIA: (Still in awe before Poseidon) Well,
yes, well um,… (He pauses) Do you have anything
to add SnorkelDragon?
SNORKELDRAGON: (Severely tongue-tied) No
.
TRIADONDIA: (to Poseidon) Well then, thank you indeed
for all that hard work.
POSEIDON: Well, it is hard work that’s true. That’s
why it’s a job, huh? But you, you get to do it all just
as you please. You are the true son of a dreamer I tell you.
You come into your good fortune not bound by obligation to
do one thing over and over, but rather by virtue of joy and
fate, you are privy to all the pleasures of being a god, and
none of the burdensome responsibilities. |
| |
|
King
of Light Toys (RH) |
| |
TRIADONDIA: Why is that? Why was I so lucky?
POSEIDON: Well, it’s a fate thing, isn’t it? I
mean, your parents were who they were, and so you are who
you are. My father was a mean old son of a bitch that ate
my elder brothers and sisters and so, as the fruit of his
loins, I am forced from time to time to wreak absolute death
and destruction upon the world. Tough job, you know, but it’s
got to be done.
TRIADONDIA: What exactly do you mean about my parents? They
were simple people, you know - humble gatherers who lived
by the sea. There was nothing god-like about them. I mean,
they possessed no magical powers.
POSEIDON: Well, humph…, of course to youth, all age
must appear frail and a bit sorrowful. But when you are around
a bit longer, my friend, you will see that nothing on earth
is as it appears, whereas everything in this world is alas,
exactly as it appears. |
|
|
