Mystery & Revelation
We were in my office. A pleasant distraction: to teach.
Though in the midst of so much dust, and Ash, and paper.
His scent, of flowers, was out of place.
"I could tell you what I think most likely", I admitted.
"But that would rob you, I think"
"Knowledge is a path: Mystery and Revelation"
I was leaning close. My fingers on the ancient alphabet.
"Entwinned", I murmured, as I traced the old symbol, "Like lovers"
I raised my eyes from the tablet, to meet his.
"To just give answers", I added, as his ears grew pink.
"Is to break the embrace"
If you ask an Izdur, they'll tell you Knowledge is a thing passed down the Ages."But that would rob you, I think"
"Knowledge is a path: Mystery and Revelation"
I was leaning close. My fingers on the ancient alphabet.
"Entwinned", I murmured, as I traced the old symbol, "Like lovers"
I raised my eyes from the tablet, to meet his.
"To just give answers", I added, as his ears grew pink.
"Is to break the embrace"
Because they cannot see that is just tradition.
If you ask an Astronomer, they'll claim knowledge is a tiny speck of truth.
Because they cannot see that is just a fact.
And they are arid, all of them. They have, in themselves, no meaning.
In dusty room, we had turned to Artwork and books.
"Behind every door", I explained, "there are three more, to open"
"And thus all you learn", I added, "will bring more questions"
The amount of times I'd repeated those same words.
And yet, I never tire of this. Of teaching others to seek.
Teaching them to desire Revelation. To seek Mystery.
The path of Knowledge is the path of Passion. "Behind every door", I explained, "there are three more, to open"
"And thus all you learn", I added, "will bring more questions"
The amount of times I'd repeated those same words.
And yet, I never tire of this. Of teaching others to seek.
Teaching them to desire Revelation. To seek Mystery.
From one to the other, and again. The embrace, unending.
Thirst, never sated.
Hunger, never quelled
Desire, never allayed.
Truth, never finished.
To know one facet, one inch, is to seek anotherHunger, never quelled
Desire, never allayed.
Truth, never finished.
and another
and another and another and another
and another and another
For the heart never fills, and the search never ends.
"You need to be careful, though", I pointed. "Knowledge burns."
We were turning to Caliphal history, now. Where discretion matters most.
"There are some that don't want things known"
"Those who'd kill to uphold their story"
Through my collection of secrets, a couple offered, to decypher. We were turning to Caliphal history, now. Where discretion matters most.
"There are some that don't want things known"
"Those who'd kill to uphold their story"
Apetizers, to grow his hunger. A tablet, a book, a mural.
Fire and Sun and Madrassas. Guiding him, never telling.
Desire, sparked by absence. The glint in his eyes, decided.
Fearless. As so many of us are. Dangerously so.
"I'm a criminal, remember?", he jested. Perhaps, defiant?
I found myself smiling, regardless, at the little outlaw.
"Oh, yes", I ruffled his hair, amused, "A fearsome one"
For once, he didn't blush. Just smiled, in earnest.
(His hair was soft, so clear against my fingers.)
"Scholarship can't be beholden to fear", he whispered.
"Else", he added, "it's someone else's version of events"
I have seen it before, in others, that tone. I found myself smiling, regardless, at the little outlaw.
"Oh, yes", I ruffled his hair, amused, "A fearsome one"
For once, he didn't blush. Just smiled, in earnest.
(His hair was soft, so clear against my fingers.)
"Scholarship can't be beholden to fear", he whispered.
"Else", he added, "it's someone else's version of events"
It never fails to make me proud.
"Indeed, my dear friend", I whispered.
It was late. I was tired. I don't know when I had gotten closer.
"Knowledge is desire", I added. "And like all desires..."
"...it is best indulged"
It was late. I was tired. I don't know when I had gotten closer.
"Knowledge is desire", I added. "And like all desires..."
"...it is best indulged"