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Crocefisso

Crocefisso

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~Chapter I:

Everyone believed the world was a bed. Just a bed, covered in blankets, they thought. Those blankets were decorated with sun and clouds on one side, and moon and stars on the other. All the people of the world believed this. They also believed that the world existed. And they believed in reality. This is getting absurd, isn’t it? Only one man was brave enough to speak out. They – the people of that pretentious place – labeled the man a ‘Fool’. Taunts and mockery filled his life, until, one day, the Fool stood upon a cart in the market square and bellowed as loud as he could.

“The world is not blankets! The skies are no bed sheets! There is no world! Reality is nothing! I shall find you all proof of this, if this proof is real at all, and then you shall all throw away your pretenses and be wise!”

At this the merchants and assorted people of the market laughed. They bellowed and chuckled; some even threw apples, and mocked the Fool. Dejectedly, he walked away. Many start walking with the intention of stopping; this Fool had no such intention. He merely walked, onwards, without a care or a passion, out of the town. Soon, he was so far away from civilization that nature was pure. Eventually, he came to a cliff. The grass was verdant, wild flowers grew, waves crashed against dark rocks far, far below his feet. Hypnotized by the gentle, rhythmic slapping of the waves, the Fool stood there like the Fool everyone took him to be.

Slowly the Fool broke out of the trance and lifted his head. He turned back away from the cliff, and walked towards an old oak, which he hoped would provide shade from the baking sun. As he approached, a man fell from the tree. The man was hanging from a branch, upside down, his right ankle tied to the branch with some worn looking rope.

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Crocefisso

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“Good day,” exclaimed the fellow, “I am the Hanged Man. I hear you have challenged the preconceptions of society, and they have labeled you Fool?”

“Indeed,” the Fool replied, as dignified as he could, “And what of it?”

At this, the Hanged Man laughed, and extended a withered arm to the Fool. Words were not a necessity anymore – here was a man, or a being, or whatever he was, who understood the need for truth which welled up inside the Fool and dominated his mind. On the Hanged Man’s withered face were two grey, sunken eyes.

“Let’s defy reality.”

“Why?” The Fool was rather apprehensive – his little speech in the town had caused quite enough trouble, he thought.
But things were already changing. As per mitosis, the Hanged Man split in two, and, then, as per meiosis, he split himself into four. Soon there were eight, then sixteen, then thirty-two. Whizzing filled the Fool’s ears. Popping filled the Fool’s ears. Seventy-four. Banging filled the Fool’s ears. Many, many more Hanged Man appeared. Swarm upon swam, the Fool stood, transfixed, worried, petrified, yet also curious. More appeared. And then there were none, and there was nothing. There was nothing but white light, pure, undiluted, white light.

16-May-2010 20:54:33

Crocefisso

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~Chapter II:

Endlessly and aimlessly the Sun and Moon orbited the world. This is, of course, assuming it was the world they were orbiting and not something totally and utterly different. For what seemed like an age, they orbited in silence. Their faces betrayed no sign of emotion. In the background, floating in the cosmos was a woman’s shape. She wore nothing, yet she was not ashamed. Contentedly, she poured water into ponds and onto land from two ornate, red terracotta vases. Despite the fact she never stopped pouring, the water never ran out, and she never grew bored – she was known only as Star. The Moon asked the Sun how she could pour water for all eternity.

I don’t know, replied the sun, shall we ask? The moon agreed to this.

Star, the sun bellowed in his loud, booming voice, why does your water never end?

Star looked upwards, moving only her neck, and fixed her gaze on the sun. Her radiance overwhelmed him; her eloquent face had a thin, pale beauty to it, her golden hair flowed behind her into the cosmos. She spoke in an unworldly, divine voice which reverberated around the heavens.

Everything returns from whence it came, Sun, she replied matter-of-factly. Moon and Sun drew closer and began to whisper. Odd words floated across space to Star’s ears, words such as ‘beauty’, ‘mystery’, and ‘aura’. As they spoke, sun and moon flashed cautious glances towards Star. In return, she raised her head and returned their gaze meaningfully, her eyes flashed with a subtle desire. The Moon pointed out to the Sun that she might be looking at them with longing.

Indeed, rumbled the Sun, filled with passion he knew not how to express, that seems to be substantially correct. Unless, as may be happening, this seductress, this Star, is looking at us with a glance devoid of meaning, in order to deceive us. Or, as may also be the case, we, for we are not beings of subtlety, may merely be misinterpreting an otherwise mundane look in our direction.

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Crocefisso

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Reluctantly, the Moon submitted to this idea. But he did not move from where he was. Nor did the Sun, nor did Star. All three of them remained perfectly still, their orbits forgotten as a man forgets his purpose, the Moon and Sun below Star, gazing upwards, in awe, merely gazing, leaving thought and all consciousness behind, they gazed. Moon was overcome with an unappeasable emotion; he knew not what it was, but it flooded him; it consumed him, grabbed him and did not let him go. Similar feelings filled the Sun, but he preferred to repress them, in order to maintain a neutral emotional equilibrium as he loved to do, believing it gave him a superior clarity of thought. Some could argue for or against this idea, it depends on the individual, but the Sun believed it worked.

Finally, Star floated away, to another part of the cosmos. As she left, gliding over the heaven’s, her golden hair was blown by a dreamlike wind which did not usually occur. She kept pouring water as she left, and her gaze remained fixed, as if cast in iron, on the Moon and Sun, until she disappeared, into the nebula from whence she came. The Moon asked the Sun where she might be going.

Well, said the Sun, after some consideration, no doubt she’s off to stare at something else! The Moon voiced his disapproval at such a coarse remark, but the Sun spoke over him in his usual brash manner and merely spoke of Star and her beauty, the perfect structuring of her face and body, and, most of all he said, her eyes.

17-May-2010 21:24:23

Crocefisso

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Eventually, the two resumed their respective orbits – which, of course, may not have been at all. They only orbited because people below – or was it above – on the world (which, for your consideration, may not be the world at all) believed it was so. If they had believed differently then everything might have been different; a different reality might have been. Of course, the recent sequence of events may not have happened. Whether or not things actually are, people cannot know. The Moon asked the Sun what he thought reality was.

Nothing, the Sun replied. Their orbits continued, and that was the end of the matter.

17-May-2010 21:24:37

Englishkid62

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Bookmark. :)

Just out of interest, are you aware that most British use ' ' as quotation marks and most American " "?

'I don't know about this before!' - British

"I don't know about this before!" - American

This may not be true, but every book I read so far published in the UK and by UK authors uses ' ', whereas American uses " " a lot more, particularly on this forum. Just so that you are aware.

I of course recommend the British one, since of course, the English invented the language, not the Americans :)

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Amoraten

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Thank you for posting your story so far Croce- I will be reading this again tomorrow :)

It is utterly refreshing to see allegory thread itself with a philosophical musing- I will be musing about your chapters before I comment further. It is interesting to read the chapters as stories in their own right without thinking about the pretext, which is what will draw be back again to read the same chapter :D

This really is an utterly refreshing post on these forums- one which has sparked my interest like no other thread I have read here before (and you have only penned two chapters!)

Hmmm... I know Shakespeare said wise men and fools were indistinguishable, and this fool will be reading (and with your consent), adding his silly thoughts about the chapters as they take shape.

Thank you Croce ^^ this really has "made my day" :D

^^ to EnglishKid's earlier post about difference in use of the English language- hmm, Bernard Shaw had much to say about such usage. The poetry in prose should not be savaged by the rigours of grammar.

- I will post my thoughts in more detail later Croce and yes... straight to the top of my bookmark list :D

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