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Royal
Lunar Landing (RH) |
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TRIADONDIA: Well, if my parents were not as they appeared
to be, then who were they in fact?
POSEIDON: Hmm…(He pauses and nods to Triadondia)
come with me boy.
TRIADONDIA: Yes sir. (Stumbling a little) Sir,
may the SnorkelDragon come along with us?
SNORKELDRAGON: (Acting as if he has someplace to go)
You go ahead…
POSEIDON: (Cutting of all discussion) No. The SnorkelDragon
stays here.
SNORKELDRAGON: That’ll be fine.
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Okeanos
in Deep Immersion (RH) |
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| POSEIDON: (alone with Triadondia) That ball…that
is the earth, that is your home. That is where life comes
to be born and to die. The mere fact that things on earth
must pass out of existence, makes it a very special place,
especially for gods like myself for whom a thousand years
is the same as a day. Gods, you see are allowed to toy with
the earth, to play with the creatures of the earth –
rather like puppets. But we cannot be of the earth. To be
of the earth means that there must be an end, and the rules
of eternity do not allow for an end. And so, we watch and
we play and we wreak havoc, as well as bestow great pleasure
and good fortune upon that world, but we cannot cry and laugh
in the same way that humans can. And because of that we as
gods, are doomed to envy man, for the precious and evanescent
nature of his being, which somehow manages, in the very face
of certain oblivion, to carve such monuments to beauty and
love as to make the days and nights that are the paltry sum
of a human life more sacred than divinity and more timeless
than eternity. |
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Marvelous
Masked Duo (RH) |
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TRIADONDIA: But my parents, what role did they
play in all this?
POSEIDON: (continues) Your mother, my boy, was mirth
and your father was hope, and you are their son, upon whom
fate has now bestowed this moment - this moment in which you
must decide what to do. It is you who must now call this moment
to order and give it a name and issue it a command to go forth
from this heaven unto the earth. That is the gift and the
power that mirth and hope bestow upon those children of earth
who take the time to look and listen closely to the depths
inside the deep, to the sound of the waves that roll through
this miraculous sea of dreams. |
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Floor
for a Party of Five (DW) |
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| TRIADONDIA: (somewhat taken aback) That is what
it is, isn’t it – a sea of dreams? Because I do
not know what else it could be, and by calling it that, I
do not think I limit it, nor do I deprive it of any of its
mirth or its hope, do I? Because, it is in the dream that
man makes contact with eternity. In the face of that certain
oblivion that you mentioned, it is the dream that restores
the soul, that delivers to us mirth and hope. Life is a bloody
game and innocence is all too quickly ravaged, and so the
aching body falls into the hibernation of sleep and there
innocence is restored and pains are healed, the spirit is
transformed and the keys to all that is lost are returned
once more into our hands. |
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The
Magenta Mysterioso (SB) |
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POSEIDON: You are a sure-footed little philosopher,
my boy. The ancient architects who dreamt and then drafted
my siblings and I onto that first Olympian team would surely
have welcomed your company. Those ancient ones have never
departed this rolling “sea of dreams," you know.
You must stop and join them for some wine some time, once
you have completed your business here.
TRIADONDIA: (suddenly confused) My business? My business?
And what was that to be?
Triadondia is lifted from his reverie by the sound of his
name being called from a distance. He turns and sees coming
up an enormous green wave, the SnorkelDragon - but not just
one SnorkelDragon. Before him are at least a hundred of them
- all swimming forward in a very precise circular formation.
“Triadondia” is what the many mouths of the SnorkelDragon
speak in unison. And emanating from the center of that circle
of SnorkelDragons is a pulsing light that as it comes closer
reveals at its center the blue-visaged form of a Hindu deity.
This is the god Shiva. |
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