Aside from us there are angelic and
demonic forces around that determine our faith.
The Machine lived with them for some time. According to
classical theory it was a useful part of their life, but
in the eye of the Woman who was a romantic to her very
bones, it was merely a tolerated item, a poor relation.
She looked down with piety on those who could become
dependent upon a machine. Passion and dependence meant
other things to her. She repeated these three words –
passion, dependence, machine -- in her mind long enough
that eventually she became tempted. She turned it ON.
Perhaps if she were familiar with the angelic and
demonic forces that manipulate the world around us,
perhaps then she would not have done it.
But she was not familiar. She hadn't
seen “You've Got Mail” or read “The Bridges of Madison
County,” she merely lived in the quiet, gray suburban
loneliness. She didn't know, she didn't understand,
She turned it ON. Trembling as with a first love. It was
good. It was theater. She liked the theater, especially
she liked the velvet curtains that could hide so many
things. It was not the developments she liked so much,
but rather the anticipation. It was not for the
learning, the fulfillment but the pleasure of simply
bathing in it that attracted her.
She opened velvet curtains one after another. There was
magic before her eyes. She saw worlds, touched people
and gained knowledge of things that were unfamiliar
Seasons changed. The hibiscus brought forth a bud, a
bloom then the flower dried and fell yet this time she
didn't notice. Occasionally fragments of the real world
did reach her. Requests, instructions, she performed her
daily chores with head lowered and eyes closed as she
continued to open curtains.
Then she found a spectacular one. A unique, tempting one
that was the most beautiful among the others. She
hesitated. She wanted to tear it open and consume what
was behind it because she sensed that what was waiting
for her behind it was seldom given to only a few. She
was not greedy and open the curtain gently with the
caress of her hand and there, awaiting her was LOVE.
She didn't want to object, just splashed in it and began
to drown. As she was drowning she remembered that it
takes three seasons for new life to begin. Sprint,
Summer Fall. And water. In order for new life to spring
forth, there needs to be water. Everything necessary was
present here: the three seasons, water, love, pain….
And she was born.
But first she died, because if new life is brought forth
someone has to go.
She was no longer surprised as she and the Machine
sighed their last desire into the dark night.
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