The Centurians
Habakkuk was not as humorous as his friends, and he had a lot on his mind, he said, “Lauren, I went to see an old friend, Wohyo, I think I understand what is happening in your city. Why the killings seem without cause, the major’s rampage, why an archbishop died the way he did, why you witnessed your mother during the shooting at 120 Lupin, all these things can be explained from a simple set of cosmic rules, I went to Wohyo to confirm my suspicions.”
“What suspicions?”
“Everything in the advanced world is about to suffer a major change, it started happening long before September 11th, long before, it actually started to unfold when Britain lost the Suez Canal in 1956 to Nasser’s willpower, and by default then transferred all responsibility of the Middle East to the United States. Perhaps longer before that, world conditions fall apart when they reach some kind of perfection, the first critical signs that the old world order was collapsing probably came in three waves, Gandhi relieves the British of the jewel of empire, India in 1947; Mandela takes over for F.W. De Klerk in the early 1990s, ending apartheid in South Africa, and the massive event of the century the Berlin wall fell in November 1989, starting the collapse of communism by the hand of the head of the politburo, Gorbachev, 1991.
Both Lauren and Antoinette are dumbfounded, they know Habakkuk is off kilter, they don’t care that he sounds so profound, they are just trying to figure out how it is that he is making murder and mayhem in their city seem connected to world events. It doesn’t make sense, and besides, Lauren doesn’t even have jurisdiction in Washington much less the universe.
“What are you saying Habakkuk, are you saying that the major, the archbishop, 120 Lupin St, are all interrelated crimes rising from some global specter?”
“I know it sounds crazy Lauren but I am not telling lies here, I know things because of my life’s centuries, I don’t see just these instances, I am aware of things that happen outside of our times but make our times what they are…”
The door bell ringing interrupted…
Antoinette answers, “Hello dear my name is Father Trocin, I think I am expected.” Antoinette looks back towards the living room, calls Lauren, “Father Trocin what are you doing here?” from the back of the room Habakkuk’s commanding voice reaches them, “let him in, he is expected.” Trocin walks in ahead of the women as if he owned the place, Habakkuk gets up and both men hug, Trocin utters, “well at least there is someone welcoming here, one does get tired of the hostilities of this world.”
Lauren decides not to look juvenile anymore, “would you like a glass of wine?” “what year do you have available?” Lauren consternated, and twisting the bottle so as to read its label, “Robert Mondavi 2004.” “oh dear no, we must celebrate this is after all an unusual day, the day the rebellion gets acknowledged by mere humans,” saying this he takes off his navy blue wool coat and pulls out two bottles of lush red, “I have here what must be the last two bottles of Silver Oak, Cabernet Sauvignon, of what promises to be the last of the greatest harvest of all time, 1991.” Antoinette rushes to the wine bar to muster an additional glass, when Trocin notes, “better bring two more.” With those words the bell rings again as if on queue.
The visitor is not a stranger to Lauren, but he is wet for it has started raining, “Lauren it must be incomprehensible right now, but events just play us all like pawns, we haven’t the dignity to struggle against destiny, you must then be expecting me.” Lauren leans into the door, “Indeed I am expecting you Father Otto, or is it right to still call you Father?” “Ah you have a modest sense of humor, that is good.” And with out further ado Father Otto ignores Lauren and walks right in, “Hope I am not too late for the good wine.” Both Habakkuk and Trocin greet him with knowing grace, and Antoinette introduces herself.
Antoinette uncorks one bottle, both her and Lauren ignorant of what is unfolding here, when Trocin interrupts her, “oh give me that, we are going to open both bottles, there is no point on waiting for they are both going to be drunk and we might as well let them breathe some of our air.” We that he hastily sits down, and pours the glasses.
And a toast all, “to the centuries!” “to the centuries.” And Otto adds, “that we have the wherewithal to muster through.”
All seated and more comfortable and uncomfortable in equal doses, Habakkuk interjects, “Lauren and Antoinette are not fully involved yet, we expect them to join us tonight, but I am afraid they are novices at these matters of the ages.” Otto and Trocin nod kindly at the ladies, and Trocin adds, “it is all hocus pocus and that’s that.” Lauren throws her hands up in the air, “hocus pocus and that’s that, well you are in our house and we don’t want any hocus pocus so why don’t we get to the matter of these surprising coincidences and sum up what’s what before the cop in me gets all riled up.”
Habakkuk replies,
“It is as I was saying Lauren, the world is suffering from the perfection of its most advanced system, capitalism, no one really knows what will take over, anything could happen now, we are just members of a clan that understands a little of what is happening but we don’t know enough to know when it is going to happen or how, or what will replace it. We only know enough to witness the signs which seem to howl that the change is imminent, the first sign is the perfection of something, that is there has to be no contradiction to the thing itself, you saw the rise of religion, where there were many gods, and then finally it started getting boiled down to just two or three important gods worldwide, that kind of unity hints at the perfection of religion and hence its demise, it can survive as a shadow of itself but not as the pure essence of religion.”
He pauses and drinks from his wine.
“We are observers from centuries past, we don’t draw conclusions we just sort of enjoy guessing more or less right what is going to come after, it is a centurians game, only centurians can play.”
Father Trocin adds,
“We are not here to so much as judge the sporadic nature of the crimes that you are investigating, rather we are interested in their randomness and their futility. They seem to have no purpose, in the case of our beloved Timothy there seems to be no purpose, the major was certainly acting erratically, and your crazed mountain man was classic unadulterated mania. It is that they had no cause that is beautiful, today still most crimes have a solution because they tend to have a motive, this is classic because we live in rational times where cause and effect are worshiped and the symptoms of a murder generally lead to the assassin. But if crimes start to happen without cause, then there has to be something else going on.”
Father Otto interjects,
“You saw something magnificent happen when Gorbachev single-handedly brought down the very system which had hailed him to power. There is a great man, but what he did was illogical, how could you go against the very system that put you in power, yet he did just that, Gorbachev brought down the Soviet Union, and more remarkably, he did it without a major bloodbath. But the insanity of that moment doesn’t end there and it goes further back than the fall of the Berlin wall, for the Berlin Wall was only the final wave of a dynamic perfection breaching its final retainer.”
Father Trocin without missing a beat,
It goes back to India when Gandhi inhibits the aggression of the British Empire by refusing to fight on their terms. Gandhi would have lost against the British if he had fought, he didn’t fight, that was the best fight, and Martin Luther King did just the same, he didn’t give in to the aggression which would have, had he used it, emboldened the aggressors, and you go just a little further forward, and you see the cataclysm of events unfold, the Berlin Wall Falls ending communism, and in parallel an unremarkable man, F.W. de Klerk commits a remarkable act by releasing Mandela and literally making him President thus symbolically and beyond reproach ending the history of Apartheid in South Africa. These are mesmerizing events, all strung together by the impossibility of their eventuating, and all happening with the same century!”
Habakkuk enters the fray,
“And then a madman orders the attacks on the World Trade Center, simple airliners become weapons against the unimpeachable foe, the towers collapse with perfect symmetrical implosions which accomplish minimal damage to the surrounding area in comparison to their size. But they do unlimited damage as they break the impregnable uninterruptible and mighty psychological impugnability of the worlds greatest super power. America’s might becomes stoppable, it becomes finite, it is no longer about weapons and armies, little people with little more than 300 million dollars can wreck an entire empire.
Iraq then gets clobbered, Afghanistan gets clobbered but what is revealed is that the most vulnerable and the most fearful of all is, the empire! A national collage of walls, legal, financial, technological and psychological circles the wagons of the great power. Home security against external forces becomes dominant but then The People of the United States begin to commit senseless acts of violence in disproportionate numbers.
Children fire upon their fellow classmates, snipers rack up victims at random, the Unabomber sends disposable mail, hackers virus their own abode, CEOs pluck the plumage of their own companies, Governor’s lose elections that they had won, underground criminals celebrate that their activities, prostitution and drugs, are not legalized, the archbishop dies of causes which cannot be diagnosed, the major goes on a shooting spree, a generally nice mountain man outlandishly massacres a neighborhood.”
He pauses to sip his drink, the audience captive, he resumes,
“There is now no contradiction to capitalism, perfection is self-destructive, the countenance is bleak, there is no hope, in a world where a system is perfected, the system dynamic will seek to destroy itself.”
Father Trocin interjects,
“The Kabala would render our formula proven through numerical mysticism, the sense of the modern world was born with the magna carta, it was confirmed with the French Revolution; and capitalism’s conquest and supremacy begins to fall with the Berlin Wall. People and historians like to isolate history but humanity only has one history America was just a logical extension of the British Empire, hence the communality between the two countries. Then on the eleventh month, on the nineth day, the World Trade Center towers, a hallmark representation of the supremacy of capitalism, collapsed on the nineth month on the eleventh day, and the number most dialed that day had to be 911. It is written.”
Habakkuk interjects,
“The interesting element of all the events is that they are generally highly unexpected, no one expected Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mandela and Gorbachev to prevail, surely the British could fight all the Indians into submission, surely Luther King would surrender to the blithe persecution instigated by hate, Mandela should have died in his tiny prison cell, and Gorbachev should have been able to ignore the lure of an American Express credit card; but more telling with all the technological guardian angels in the world, America fell victim to a simple plan, executed by suicidal zealots.”
He pauses, pours more wine, everyone remains silent,
“The method is interesting but the willingness of the men to suicide themselves for a faith, claiming that there was nothing more important than the faith, that temporal life was not all that important, goes back to the feeling that must have possessed the men and women that fought Britain for American independence, people willing to kill themselves for a cause are irrevocable in the eyes of history, the civil war was a prime example of when humans think beyond the temporal reality.”
Pausing
“The days of the safe wars are over. The days of the wars that can be won through power are over. Neither Saddam nor Osama lost their wars, from here on out the next and the next war will be based on the creative genius of an indecent foe. But the sporadic foe is only temporary until the world finds itself again.”
Antoinette poised in the center stage…
“Are you then saying that we are witnessing the end of civilization as we know it, and if so how does that explain the sporadic acts.”
Habakkuk…
“The end of history is nurtured through upheaval, the random acts are manifestations of unwilled energy that falls into actions without a profound desire.”
Otto continues,
“He is correct, in the universe the lowest energy representation that is workable to produce a desire unto its manifestation, an action, is called ergio. The unit ergio is generally thought to be a constant in the universe, and it may well be thought that analysis is not pertinent here, ergio always seeks to embody itself through a desire, that is, its natural tendency is to be within the context of a desire, when the energy of an ergio unit finds itself void of any desire, then it just keeps on arriving from all angles into any and all dimensions and seeking to express itself in any context without meaning until some entity can absorb it for its own purpose. That is to say that ergio units do not in themselves have any other aspiration than to participate in the universe, this means that Hitler could use them or Mao or Gandhi or the Buddha. The entities in themselves, Mao or the Buddha, are just embodiments of ergio units combined into particular desires which may possess multiple configurations, that is, Mao is a man, he is a political philosopher, and he is a father, he is a brother, he is a human being, each category contains its own ergio units of desire which act to maintain that reality within the governess-self. The random acts are just the energy collapsing on entities that have no use for it or have not the basis for such energy overflows, suicidal people generally are suffering from an ergio overflow that has no direction; and terribly it is the most sensitive of people that will actually absorb and engender radical ergios.”
Lauren…
“But this is the age of the Internet, miracle medical cures, nano technology, genetic engineering, DNA sequencing, space probes, the world is more civilized we are better educated, the modern world seems kind and good for us.”
Habakkuk…
“It does seem all wondrous and all encompassing but it really isn’t, it is one sided, the imbalance is great, ergio energies are reaching an impasse, because they cannot produce technology fast enough, even as the desire for technology exists, the entity, the human being that ultimately expresses the technological advancement has natural limitations where it can not be productive enough, where it fails in efficiency, where it often gets it wrong, ergio units respond to this by diverting themselves unto other things, soul ambitions, gold ambitions, but there has to be an outlet, the desire for technology calls upon more ergio units, but they can’t be used so they bounce off into other areas which sporadically will not accept them because their desires are not necessarily athletic.”
Lauren…
“Does this mean I can’t solve the riddle of my crimes?”
Habakkuk…
“Don’t look so despondent, of course you can solve your crimes, just in the same way that you have been solving crimes hitherto, until the solutions you seek make sense to you. The persistent will always be able to find a truth, and ergio units in the universe without anything better to do will help you fulfill your desires.”
Lauren…
“Why am I not happy with that, why do I want to go to Ogle on Monday and resign my job. You guys aren’t helping us feel very fulfilled!”
Trocin…
“I think you are just feeling uncomfortable with a possible truth that seems unfathomable from a detective’s perspective, that crimes can be committed without cause, or that the cause of a crime may not have local world facts to support it, that a crime indeed may be the product of many intangibles that have nothing to do with every day life.”
Antoinette…
“Seems to me if you cannot offer a human being a way to love their existence and more if you can’t really help them to comprehend the incomprehensible, then you are merely opening an exit door to hell as you have done with us today. Yes, what you say sounds interesting, and yes it even seems plausible, but so what, we are not centurians or philosophers like you people, we don’t remember all of our other lives nor do we have it in us to see other dimensions, then what gives you the right to lock us out of the only existence we know, especially when you know full well that reality matters to Lauren and I!
Otto…
“Do you think it was always so for us? Do you think it is fun just watching the television show that is humanity? It is not, and we were not involved with you by choice, there is some reason we have been brought together, something that we all want to know, something that we all have to resolve and it is together that we are going to do it.”
Lauren was looking terribly saddened, Antoinette noticed it and she knew that more than anyone of them Lauren had the most vested on the truth.
Antoinette…
“I think we better eat something and don’t suggest leftover burritos, I think we’ve had enough of your burritos Mr. Habakkuk.”
It was midnight.
“What suspicions?”
“Everything in the advanced world is about to suffer a major change, it started happening long before September 11th, long before, it actually started to unfold when Britain lost the Suez Canal in 1956 to Nasser’s willpower, and by default then transferred all responsibility of the Middle East to the United States. Perhaps longer before that, world conditions fall apart when they reach some kind of perfection, the first critical signs that the old world order was collapsing probably came in three waves, Gandhi relieves the British of the jewel of empire, India in 1947; Mandela takes over for F.W. De Klerk in the early 1990s, ending apartheid in South Africa, and the massive event of the century the Berlin wall fell in November 1989, starting the collapse of communism by the hand of the head of the politburo, Gorbachev, 1991.
Both Lauren and Antoinette are dumbfounded, they know Habakkuk is off kilter, they don’t care that he sounds so profound, they are just trying to figure out how it is that he is making murder and mayhem in their city seem connected to world events. It doesn’t make sense, and besides, Lauren doesn’t even have jurisdiction in Washington much less the universe.
“What are you saying Habakkuk, are you saying that the major, the archbishop, 120 Lupin St, are all interrelated crimes rising from some global specter?”
“I know it sounds crazy Lauren but I am not telling lies here, I know things because of my life’s centuries, I don’t see just these instances, I am aware of things that happen outside of our times but make our times what they are…”
The door bell ringing interrupted…
Antoinette answers, “Hello dear my name is Father Trocin, I think I am expected.” Antoinette looks back towards the living room, calls Lauren, “Father Trocin what are you doing here?” from the back of the room Habakkuk’s commanding voice reaches them, “let him in, he is expected.” Trocin walks in ahead of the women as if he owned the place, Habakkuk gets up and both men hug, Trocin utters, “well at least there is someone welcoming here, one does get tired of the hostilities of this world.”
Lauren decides not to look juvenile anymore, “would you like a glass of wine?” “what year do you have available?” Lauren consternated, and twisting the bottle so as to read its label, “Robert Mondavi 2004.” “oh dear no, we must celebrate this is after all an unusual day, the day the rebellion gets acknowledged by mere humans,” saying this he takes off his navy blue wool coat and pulls out two bottles of lush red, “I have here what must be the last two bottles of Silver Oak, Cabernet Sauvignon, of what promises to be the last of the greatest harvest of all time, 1991.” Antoinette rushes to the wine bar to muster an additional glass, when Trocin notes, “better bring two more.” With those words the bell rings again as if on queue.
The visitor is not a stranger to Lauren, but he is wet for it has started raining, “Lauren it must be incomprehensible right now, but events just play us all like pawns, we haven’t the dignity to struggle against destiny, you must then be expecting me.” Lauren leans into the door, “Indeed I am expecting you Father Otto, or is it right to still call you Father?” “Ah you have a modest sense of humor, that is good.” And with out further ado Father Otto ignores Lauren and walks right in, “Hope I am not too late for the good wine.” Both Habakkuk and Trocin greet him with knowing grace, and Antoinette introduces herself.
Antoinette uncorks one bottle, both her and Lauren ignorant of what is unfolding here, when Trocin interrupts her, “oh give me that, we are going to open both bottles, there is no point on waiting for they are both going to be drunk and we might as well let them breathe some of our air.” We that he hastily sits down, and pours the glasses.
And a toast all, “to the centuries!” “to the centuries.” And Otto adds, “that we have the wherewithal to muster through.”
All seated and more comfortable and uncomfortable in equal doses, Habakkuk interjects, “Lauren and Antoinette are not fully involved yet, we expect them to join us tonight, but I am afraid they are novices at these matters of the ages.” Otto and Trocin nod kindly at the ladies, and Trocin adds, “it is all hocus pocus and that’s that.” Lauren throws her hands up in the air, “hocus pocus and that’s that, well you are in our house and we don’t want any hocus pocus so why don’t we get to the matter of these surprising coincidences and sum up what’s what before the cop in me gets all riled up.”
Habakkuk replies,
“It is as I was saying Lauren, the world is suffering from the perfection of its most advanced system, capitalism, no one really knows what will take over, anything could happen now, we are just members of a clan that understands a little of what is happening but we don’t know enough to know when it is going to happen or how, or what will replace it. We only know enough to witness the signs which seem to howl that the change is imminent, the first sign is the perfection of something, that is there has to be no contradiction to the thing itself, you saw the rise of religion, where there were many gods, and then finally it started getting boiled down to just two or three important gods worldwide, that kind of unity hints at the perfection of religion and hence its demise, it can survive as a shadow of itself but not as the pure essence of religion.”
He pauses and drinks from his wine.
“We are observers from centuries past, we don’t draw conclusions we just sort of enjoy guessing more or less right what is going to come after, it is a centurians game, only centurians can play.”
Father Trocin adds,
“We are not here to so much as judge the sporadic nature of the crimes that you are investigating, rather we are interested in their randomness and their futility. They seem to have no purpose, in the case of our beloved Timothy there seems to be no purpose, the major was certainly acting erratically, and your crazed mountain man was classic unadulterated mania. It is that they had no cause that is beautiful, today still most crimes have a solution because they tend to have a motive, this is classic because we live in rational times where cause and effect are worshiped and the symptoms of a murder generally lead to the assassin. But if crimes start to happen without cause, then there has to be something else going on.”
Father Otto interjects,
“You saw something magnificent happen when Gorbachev single-handedly brought down the very system which had hailed him to power. There is a great man, but what he did was illogical, how could you go against the very system that put you in power, yet he did just that, Gorbachev brought down the Soviet Union, and more remarkably, he did it without a major bloodbath. But the insanity of that moment doesn’t end there and it goes further back than the fall of the Berlin wall, for the Berlin Wall was only the final wave of a dynamic perfection breaching its final retainer.”
Father Trocin without missing a beat,
It goes back to India when Gandhi inhibits the aggression of the British Empire by refusing to fight on their terms. Gandhi would have lost against the British if he had fought, he didn’t fight, that was the best fight, and Martin Luther King did just the same, he didn’t give in to the aggression which would have, had he used it, emboldened the aggressors, and you go just a little further forward, and you see the cataclysm of events unfold, the Berlin Wall Falls ending communism, and in parallel an unremarkable man, F.W. de Klerk commits a remarkable act by releasing Mandela and literally making him President thus symbolically and beyond reproach ending the history of Apartheid in South Africa. These are mesmerizing events, all strung together by the impossibility of their eventuating, and all happening with the same century!”
Habakkuk enters the fray,
“And then a madman orders the attacks on the World Trade Center, simple airliners become weapons against the unimpeachable foe, the towers collapse with perfect symmetrical implosions which accomplish minimal damage to the surrounding area in comparison to their size. But they do unlimited damage as they break the impregnable uninterruptible and mighty psychological impugnability of the worlds greatest super power. America’s might becomes stoppable, it becomes finite, it is no longer about weapons and armies, little people with little more than 300 million dollars can wreck an entire empire.
Iraq then gets clobbered, Afghanistan gets clobbered but what is revealed is that the most vulnerable and the most fearful of all is, the empire! A national collage of walls, legal, financial, technological and psychological circles the wagons of the great power. Home security against external forces becomes dominant but then The People of the United States begin to commit senseless acts of violence in disproportionate numbers.
Children fire upon their fellow classmates, snipers rack up victims at random, the Unabomber sends disposable mail, hackers virus their own abode, CEOs pluck the plumage of their own companies, Governor’s lose elections that they had won, underground criminals celebrate that their activities, prostitution and drugs, are not legalized, the archbishop dies of causes which cannot be diagnosed, the major goes on a shooting spree, a generally nice mountain man outlandishly massacres a neighborhood.”
He pauses to sip his drink, the audience captive, he resumes,
“There is now no contradiction to capitalism, perfection is self-destructive, the countenance is bleak, there is no hope, in a world where a system is perfected, the system dynamic will seek to destroy itself.”
Father Trocin interjects,
“The Kabala would render our formula proven through numerical mysticism, the sense of the modern world was born with the magna carta, it was confirmed with the French Revolution; and capitalism’s conquest and supremacy begins to fall with the Berlin Wall. People and historians like to isolate history but humanity only has one history America was just a logical extension of the British Empire, hence the communality between the two countries. Then on the eleventh month, on the nineth day, the World Trade Center towers, a hallmark representation of the supremacy of capitalism, collapsed on the nineth month on the eleventh day, and the number most dialed that day had to be 911. It is written.”
Habakkuk interjects,
“The interesting element of all the events is that they are generally highly unexpected, no one expected Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mandela and Gorbachev to prevail, surely the British could fight all the Indians into submission, surely Luther King would surrender to the blithe persecution instigated by hate, Mandela should have died in his tiny prison cell, and Gorbachev should have been able to ignore the lure of an American Express credit card; but more telling with all the technological guardian angels in the world, America fell victim to a simple plan, executed by suicidal zealots.”
He pauses, pours more wine, everyone remains silent,
“The method is interesting but the willingness of the men to suicide themselves for a faith, claiming that there was nothing more important than the faith, that temporal life was not all that important, goes back to the feeling that must have possessed the men and women that fought Britain for American independence, people willing to kill themselves for a cause are irrevocable in the eyes of history, the civil war was a prime example of when humans think beyond the temporal reality.”
Pausing
“The days of the safe wars are over. The days of the wars that can be won through power are over. Neither Saddam nor Osama lost their wars, from here on out the next and the next war will be based on the creative genius of an indecent foe. But the sporadic foe is only temporary until the world finds itself again.”
Antoinette poised in the center stage…
“Are you then saying that we are witnessing the end of civilization as we know it, and if so how does that explain the sporadic acts.”
Habakkuk…
“The end of history is nurtured through upheaval, the random acts are manifestations of unwilled energy that falls into actions without a profound desire.”
Otto continues,
“He is correct, in the universe the lowest energy representation that is workable to produce a desire unto its manifestation, an action, is called ergio. The unit ergio is generally thought to be a constant in the universe, and it may well be thought that analysis is not pertinent here, ergio always seeks to embody itself through a desire, that is, its natural tendency is to be within the context of a desire, when the energy of an ergio unit finds itself void of any desire, then it just keeps on arriving from all angles into any and all dimensions and seeking to express itself in any context without meaning until some entity can absorb it for its own purpose. That is to say that ergio units do not in themselves have any other aspiration than to participate in the universe, this means that Hitler could use them or Mao or Gandhi or the Buddha. The entities in themselves, Mao or the Buddha, are just embodiments of ergio units combined into particular desires which may possess multiple configurations, that is, Mao is a man, he is a political philosopher, and he is a father, he is a brother, he is a human being, each category contains its own ergio units of desire which act to maintain that reality within the governess-self. The random acts are just the energy collapsing on entities that have no use for it or have not the basis for such energy overflows, suicidal people generally are suffering from an ergio overflow that has no direction; and terribly it is the most sensitive of people that will actually absorb and engender radical ergios.”
Lauren…
“But this is the age of the Internet, miracle medical cures, nano technology, genetic engineering, DNA sequencing, space probes, the world is more civilized we are better educated, the modern world seems kind and good for us.”
Habakkuk…
“It does seem all wondrous and all encompassing but it really isn’t, it is one sided, the imbalance is great, ergio energies are reaching an impasse, because they cannot produce technology fast enough, even as the desire for technology exists, the entity, the human being that ultimately expresses the technological advancement has natural limitations where it can not be productive enough, where it fails in efficiency, where it often gets it wrong, ergio units respond to this by diverting themselves unto other things, soul ambitions, gold ambitions, but there has to be an outlet, the desire for technology calls upon more ergio units, but they can’t be used so they bounce off into other areas which sporadically will not accept them because their desires are not necessarily athletic.”
Lauren…
“Does this mean I can’t solve the riddle of my crimes?”
Habakkuk…
“Don’t look so despondent, of course you can solve your crimes, just in the same way that you have been solving crimes hitherto, until the solutions you seek make sense to you. The persistent will always be able to find a truth, and ergio units in the universe without anything better to do will help you fulfill your desires.”
Lauren…
“Why am I not happy with that, why do I want to go to Ogle on Monday and resign my job. You guys aren’t helping us feel very fulfilled!”
Trocin…
“I think you are just feeling uncomfortable with a possible truth that seems unfathomable from a detective’s perspective, that crimes can be committed without cause, or that the cause of a crime may not have local world facts to support it, that a crime indeed may be the product of many intangibles that have nothing to do with every day life.”
Antoinette…
“Seems to me if you cannot offer a human being a way to love their existence and more if you can’t really help them to comprehend the incomprehensible, then you are merely opening an exit door to hell as you have done with us today. Yes, what you say sounds interesting, and yes it even seems plausible, but so what, we are not centurians or philosophers like you people, we don’t remember all of our other lives nor do we have it in us to see other dimensions, then what gives you the right to lock us out of the only existence we know, especially when you know full well that reality matters to Lauren and I!
Otto…
“Do you think it was always so for us? Do you think it is fun just watching the television show that is humanity? It is not, and we were not involved with you by choice, there is some reason we have been brought together, something that we all want to know, something that we all have to resolve and it is together that we are going to do it.”
Lauren was looking terribly saddened, Antoinette noticed it and she knew that more than anyone of them Lauren had the most vested on the truth.
Antoinette…
“I think we better eat something and don’t suggest leftover burritos, I think we’ve had enough of your burritos Mr. Habakkuk.”
It was midnight.
posted by Ricardo Correa at
8/31/2006 05:36:00 PM
