Xoanon, Xylem, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The Child meditated. Mr. Whale communicated with Octavio, and Mr. Eagle flew and gaaaak, jokingly with The Prophet. A vision appeared before her; she saw the old ancient ruins of brilliance and glory gone by.

“Prophet, was the greatest civilization in Greece?”

"Artistically, may be. Why do you ask, Child?"

“Because of the story, you told me about the Xoanon sculptures.  I’d like to behold some of those beautifully carved pieces one day.”

“Did the story please you, Child?”

The Child

“Yes, they had magnificent ideas, and they became a reality long before even I existed.”

“Yes, we can all learn from the past civilizations but do we?”

"No, Prophet. Sadly, I have to admit that my travels with you are showing me showing me things I wish I didn't perceive."

"Homo Sapiens are strange creatures, Child."

“What happened, Prophet? Why don't we have any of those woody sculptures anymore?”

“Good question, Child. Greed, ignorance, and jealousy destroy.”

“You mean the beauty of another civilization is seldom appreciated by another civilization.”

"Maybe."

“Prophet? Is it not better to learn from another culture than to destroy what they created with their hands?”

The Prophet

“Child, because of your knowledge, you can discern Xoanon is a beautiful carved wooden sculpture out of  xylem, but many others don't. They don't recognize the Xoanon Sculptures as art; they grasp it as evil that needs to be destroyed."

 "Oh, I see. What’s xylem Prophet?”

"You're using the same words you asked me not to use."

"Which words were those, Prophet?"

"Oh, I see."

"Prophet?"

"Yes, Child?

"What did you mean by xylem?"


Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Week, Weekly, Weekday, Woman, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

Out on the ocean, weekdays became weeks and weeks turned into months. The Child lost her feeling for time. They were on the sea. The Cild was looking down into the deep. The Prophet was tending to Water Lily. 

A face in the ocean astounded her; a woman was looking at her.

Who is she?

The Child

"Prophet?"

"Yes, Child."

"There's a beautiful woman in the ocean."

"Oh?"

"With dark eyes and a smiling face."

"Oh."

"Prophet, you need to come over here. I think she needs help."

"I don't think so."

"Don't you care, Prophet?"

"Care about what?"

"The Woman in the ocean."

The Prophet

"Is she crying?"

"No, I told you she's smiling."

"So why should I come?"

"Because she's lying in the ocean."

"Describe The Woman, Child."

"Well, she's got hair like mine, but it keeps changing, and her eyes shine like multicolored marbles."

"Oh..."

"And her face is strong and proud as a lion, and she has a couple of wrinkles, but they make her even more beautiful, Prophet."

"Does she seem distressed?"

"No. Happy. She's still smiling.  Why?

"Then we'll leave her."

"But what if she's in danger?"

"She'll face them, Child."

"Prophet, I demand you help this woman to board Lily Pad now!"

"Look at The Woman again, Child."

The Child examined The Woman's face and gasped aloud in astonishment.

The Child

"Prophet! That's me."

Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Velocity, Velocimeter, Vectrino, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The velocity, a phenomenon that often disturbed The Child, seized her attentiveness. Lily Pad had slowed down considerably; Mr. Whale was idling in the ocean as he carried her on his back. The Prophet seemed content examining the water lily; Octavio had gone down to the ocean floor, and every now and then she saw the shadow of Mr. Eagle flying slowly over her.

"I wonder how fast we're going."

"Why, Child?"

The Child

"It doesn't seem like we're moving."

"Oh."

"We're almost at a standstill, Prophet."

"Sometimes, it pays to decelerate."

"Why?"

"Why do you want to accelerate?"

"I asked you first, Prophet."

The Prophet

"Yes, you did, and I gave you an answer."

"With a question, Prophet?"

"How fast do you think we're going, Child."

"No idea."

"With a vectrino, you could measure it."

"What a vectrino?"

"A type of velocimeter, Child."

"And what's a velocimeter?"

The Prophet turned to examine the water lily.

Water Lily

"Don't you think Water Lily is beautiful?"

"Yes, she's a beauty, but you're evading my question."

"Oh."

Movement in the ocean caught her attention.

"Prophet?"

"Yes, "Child?"

"There's a disturbance in the sea."

"I know.  They're Kraken."

"Oh, My! Let's go."

"No, lie still, Child."

"But you said Kraken are coming."

"Yes, I did, and they're moving at a much faster velocity than you and me."

"And I'm supposed to just lie here on Mr. Whale?"

"Yes."

Kraken

Suddenly, the three Krakens came toward them and passed by.

"Prophet, did you see that?"

"Yes, Child."

"They didn't touch us."

"Of course not."

"Why?"

"Staying displays courage; fleeing fear." 



Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia