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This is the big one On-lookers. I have pasted my new epilogue with the conclusion to the chapters I have posted over the last year. I hope that this is the finale that you have been waiting for. Because of this posting of the two epilogues together this chapter is a little big ...Xern apologizes, if there are any repetitions I apologize. Have fun!


35 Epilogue

The haws along Sheepsdrift hill are born on the end of thorny branches. It is so with all promised fruit. The baron season returns. A confusion of life remains thankfully silent and still. Outside a purple heron above mere mortals’ gaze returns home. It glides above our sorrow and our glee. Across a clear scarlet sky the bird follows paths beyond us.

The Foreigner and Alpha discuss time, “Even the description ‘old’ is a subjective one. Xern is younger than I am and the same age as you. To the abuser that, was old.” Alpha winks at Jonny.

“I seem to remember that Arwel could only make progress when he undermined those that he considered had injured him. I am sure that ‘old’ was intended as an insult. I aspire to wisdom; something earned with age. Whoever he was he will never know wisdom now.” Jonny sighs.

The Foreigner and Delta have agreed to preserve the library books. Victim will utilize his experience of Miss Liszt’s library. Together with others at Home Farm they will repair and replace the damaged books. The University will fund this work in return for the use of the library. Victim will organize and oversee the lending and returning of books.

Yew can follow in his father’s footsteps organizing the supply of books for the library. These remaining pilgrims will combine the two libraries here at Home Farm. First they will chair the debate concerning the bibbles messages and the Plateau curriculum. 

“Do you intend to return with Xern?” Alpha asks Yew as he enters the room. “Victim is staying here,” he volunteers to the boy.

I intercede quickly, “Yew you are my friend, as your father was. Your cottage awaits your return, as does Trouble.” I notice Yew’s wandering eyes.

Angels fly solo and cry alone, On-looker.

The grey rain disappears. The pendulum clock above the mantelpiece stops. Everyone in the living room is frozen in time. The world is silent. There is only me. I walk to the window to confirm my existence. The sky lights up and then assumes night’s presence. The starry sky spins around us beyond the horizon. Feeling giddy I grasp the window sill. The ground violently shakes.

Sheet lightening spreads across the sky. The brilliant red sky flashes fluorescent yellow. To what I can only describe as the sound of Hell’s grinding an enormous white fork of lightening splits the silence and hits the old oak tree on the down. It turns black and when everything around it turns black the tree bursts into flame.

Are you still here On-lookers? My hands are dripping with black slime.

Time returns with the grey rain. Nothing appears to have changed.

The maxims and Victim left for the Mowdis earlier this morning with saws, shovels, paving slabs and a specially engineered a broad wheeled bi-axelled cart of discarded branches. Now we prepare to cross the Mowdis. Only Jonny knows what we are about to find.

We are all shocked when we get to the bank of the river. The stone steps chipped into the face of the Selfordan chasm have all crumbled. The oceanic tide now laps Megarian’s island each rotar. All the ebb has left behind is mud. Rho has platted branches across both the river bed mush and rotting fish to reach those left frightened and stranded.

Time stops.

The sky turns black. Thunder begins to rumble a loud base grate.

“Hallelujah Throb, for life at the start, now and forever after.” Yew squeaks to our Sacred Saviour. The Rector crosses himself.

Supreme white light instantly appears and blinds all. It beams at the static professors. Everyone is terrified. The silence is penetrated by a calm, powerful voice echoing through everything that has been halted. All things tremble as words of truth reach Life itself.

‘Our might is greater than your freedom. Our will surrounds you. You are arrogant and stupid. Such evil you dream of acquiring is misunderstood. Your regard is introspective. You are as pitiful as you are damned. You do not know who or what I am. Yet you would destroy Me. I continue omnipresent and eternal.’

Roles of lightening flare across the sky with claps of thunder. The crack across the Mowdis is hi-lighted with mass neon red light. The consumptive mud stretches as the ground drags further apart. The second chasm that reaches the pits of the earth grates violently. The soaring plasma that pierces the sky submerges. From the dark depths comes more brilliant white light. The air fills with a big chorus of harmonious voices singing of the glory of Jehovah.

‘I tell you; you will listen well.’ The almighty voice encompasses those of the chorus which quietens. The Throb radiates truth to us On-lookers.

‘I am your Creator, know Me well. We are neither positive nor negative. I am truth. I decide what is right and what is wrong. I know everything from history and beyond your futures. You will be judged.’

A violent role of thunder rumbles from one horizon across the sky to the next horizon. A clap of lightening strikes the split Chasm. The Chorus vanishes and time returns to empower life, which remains frozen with shock.

The Sacred voice vibrates, ‘Those with nothing have most and those with most have nothing. You arrogantly demand authority over those who warrant what you take. You disregard your own kind. We love you as any creator loves his creation. You anger us when you threaten to destroy My work. Not just yourselves, but everything I have given you. You have been told that is wrong.’

The Chasm starts to fill with sparkling blue and white lights,

‘The righteousness you gratify your evil existence with belongs to those you deny essentials. You define need as yours. Others need you dismiss as unnecessary want. I created all of you to fulfil your potentials. I answer all prayers from those who ask. I give all what they need. In answer to your own damnation I offer you My salvation. You are told.’

As the crevice beneath the Chasm fills with twinkling stars Victim is surrounded by warm blue light. Victim turns and smiles at Yew. This unnerves Yew more than it does Victim. Victim is drawn up into the sky. Yew is horrified as Victim lets go of his hands and reveals bloody scars through his palms.

‘I am neither male nor female. I am JEHOVAH, or YAHWEH, or ALLAH, or BRAHMA. We are one. I am Victim, Jesus, or Mohamed. They are not me I am them.’

Yew is upset. He has to steady himself as the ground moves abruptly towards the Selfordan cliff. Yew grabs the Foreigner who supports him with his arm. The twinkling blue lights rise into the sky with Victim. Yew is astonished as Victim vanishes behind the distant blue sky.

‘I am your very existence. You would never have drawn breath without My blessing. Those who choose to hear nothing will have never existed. You have driven Me to intervene. You have been warned do as you would be done by.’

There is a smaller clap of thunder and the sparkling lights in the chasm have all disappeared. The crevice in the bed of the dry Mowdis is joined and solid again. The river remains dry. The silence and stillness that remains is of our making. The Throb has departed.

“Angels?” Yew wonders aloud.

I shrug, “Who knows!”

“We are the almighty Throb of life,” rumbles away.

On-lookers, do you still remain? Two whiles later and shaken to my very existence I reproach the Professors. The University are trying to firm the river bed with Arctic hydrolytically set cement. The Mowdis mud consumes them as they try. They notice us from the other side of the dead Mowdis. A delegation struggles to cross the deep mud. Delta and Gamma throw bracken and branches on the ground before these impertinent minions. The struggling professors don’t appreciate the efforts spent on their behalf.

Eventually they reach us. I will do nothing for these arrogant secularists approaching unless I can be certain of one thing. 

“Where is Hollid?”

“Hollid left; absent for over a term. The university needs you at the Plateau Xern,” the University Professors plead.

“The University needs and wants you to take charge. They need organizing Xern,” Jonny’s eyes plead with me.

“You recognized no need when I was ‘voted’ out of the University. I was not present and never shown the argument let alone invited to answer any objection to my presence on the committee. Stop deluding yourselves; the inane behaviour of you idiots was criminal.” I stare these offensive lecturers in the eyes, “I will only return if your attitude alters and my changes are implemented immediately.”

“We agree to discuss any alterations that you propose,” the professors reply.

“If you do not agree to my terms I refuse to return. I will go somewhere where I will be appreciated; Sharbourn. We have formed a committee. Before you can start working on this estuary bed. Delta plans to coat the floor of mud with discarded branches with Rho’s help. We may need to damn the area in which case you need not only me, but the maxims help. We need a staggered and structural approach. A ‘please’ and a ‘sorry’ in your case is needed.”

Eventually the creation of new laws are agreed. Gamma will chair an all encompassing enquiry concerning the last sixteen revolutions of chaos up at the Plateau. Zeta and he will construct new laws with Serena and the Enforcers help. These laws will start with a do as you would be done by theme and appropriate punishments. The categorical imperative will be that life is sacred. If this conflicts with a punishment then the offensive item or persons will be impaired or removed. Whether young, old or sick, male or female you will be valued as a member of the community.

We aim to remove sustificuts of power. Persons will keep what they already have. To motivate persons to work acclaimed purpose and satisfaction will be their fundamental drives. Basic essentials will be given freely to anyone proving their existence and needs. To acquire those things desired skills or possessions will have to be exchanged. Film actresses and footballers work for their art or not at all.

I will offer access to the library for all persons. The Foreigner will take charge of those students arriving from Selford to board at Home Farm.

A revolution later the Mowdis flows well from the Quelibra Mountains out to sea. Life returns more slowly, but it does return. Megarian returns as the Ferryman refusing other work offered to him from either side of the Mowdis. The government later reinstated religion. Father Jon refuses a post as the professor of philosophy up at the Plateau. He returns as the vicar of Sheepsdrift. We never find Hollid or Scoundrel.

We cannot find Vanessa on our return either. Yew is consequently concerned. Her dismissal of him still causes him distress. Vanessa did not consider Yew, but now she has left him alone Yew could not stop thinking of her. Yew feels that he has lost any destiny he once owned. He cannot find paradigms to define any truth.

“My mother’s lack of respect was for me as well as for everyone else. Ignorance may well be bliss but I have no wish to be ignorant of myself. If I cannot identify myself with my mother how can I know who my father was? I am no longer proud to be no one’s lost son.” Yew presses his club into his chest as he remembers his father.

“Son,” Jonny reassures this young hero, “we all have understanding of life. It is simply that your understanding has changed; a sign of intelligence. Life continues regardless of changes.”

“Is that the end of the story?” Zeta had asked the committee in the kitchen at Home Farm.

Alpha chuckled back, “That is usually up to the On-lookers,” he calmly stated with certainty.

“On-lookers are spirits; ghosts who have lived before. What does it matter what they think when assessing the end of stories?” Zeta was confused.

“Some are some are not. All are observers; many are still very much alive. Those who are still alive may still be learning about real life. Some read books to consider the possibility of truth. If they consider the story has ended they close and put their books down.”

“…The story ends and they all lived happily ever after,” Gamma chuckled in harmony.

I sit at home On-lookers writing about my pictures that I recollect from the last five revolutions. On-lookers, life is as you would make it! Whose pictures form behind your eyes? Whose identities do you assume? What identity have you defined?

Our lives continue after a moment of travellers’ hesitation, regardless of others. We each continue certain and confident of our lives. Truth is the riddle and like life the only answers we will realize are those we create for ourselves. Will you ask those who do not exist for help On-looker?

Have you foretold this future On-looker and have you been here before? Perhaps your Thurch does not allow such occult activities? Did you go to a University that ridiculed fortune telling? As you hide your crystal ball was it your destiny or ours that you could see? Have you seen history repeat itself? Is this only nonsense echoing backwards through On-lookers spent pasts?

On-lookers, has this story ended and do you now close the book and put it down? This story is one of millions told and even more like Scoundrel’s forgotten. We each consider our story more significant than any other. It is so.

A few may dismiss the lives of others, none as significant as their own. Regardless the intelligent will take account of the other millions of significant lives fighting for their rite to survive. In the pit of your soul you will consider that you warrant more than anyone else. You do not.

On-looker ignorance is bliss and which of us can claim to be completely unaware of the others fighting for survival? Remember the riddle of life continues for all of us, who question and thirst continually to live with consideration and concern.

Any pain is pain and hinders any individual’s progress through life. Any achievement is insurmountable by any other regardless of their irrelevant status. The Throng enables us to survive life. You cannot legislate against that. It is up to each and everyone of us whether others have to survive us. That is truth.

On-lookers do you now hold pictures behind your eyes? Some On-lookers may not and none of the pictures we each hold will be the same. Formed and coloured each by our own unique experiences. Some read books to view pictures of others’ experiences. Persons’ lives are as complex as those we possess On-lookers.

“Nonsense?”

The greatest crime we can commit is to disregard others. We hope to be remembered when we are no longer measured by time. If you do not feature in others’ histories they will not recall you. The stories of tyrants and bullies are not bad examples. No one will remember such vacuous tales.

Time has been here before. Now wandering alone Time will return.

On-looker is this book what you leave behind as you move on?
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On-lookers this original chapter of 'Nonsense' was called 'Damnation' but I will include the final chapter of my latest draft on Monday and I have called that 'Damnation'. In a sense I consider this to be the damnation in the story and Mondays chapter to be the salvation. You decide ...

33

Whom am I obliged to; it is confusing for me? I suppose I feel guilty that I choose to honour my loving wife’s wishes. My duty is to my family and friends. I cannot get the stigmata out of my mind though. Power seekers crucified Jesus. On-lookers I am damned either way!

“Xern,” Serena speaks, “it’s always been Hollid that frightens me. I’ve never known how to deal with his deceitful attentions. I didn’t fear the Plateau when you organized the place with others.”

“Sweetheart, Hollid has set precedence. Those with potential in Selford now only aspire to make money. They sell their souls to anyone with enough money and in the face of surrounding need and despair. Their purpose doesn’t extend beyond that. All who leave the University are nothing but the consequence of cultured ignorance.

Hollid is evil. Hollid abused the Throng laws and the fundamental rules of nature to get what he wanted. His contrivance was of a reality that only supported his delusions. Hollid left hundreds of minions to suffer satisfying his self interest. Remember it is not in the interest of the Powerful to ‘do as they would be done by’. Persons are greedy by nature. Greed is not a commandment, but it fuels most of minions’ sins. Goodness for goodness sake will never sustain when, as Jonny says, only power counts. The precedence set does not recognize responsibility. It won’t recognize me.”

Serena shivers and looks at me with tears in her eyes. I put our duvet around her shoulders and she answers my sympathetic smile, “Hollid’s responsibility, or yours Xern?”

“What you are all asking me to do is impossible. I know I’m not a genius.” Not that it would make any difference.

“You are quite passive, Xern. I however observe aggression in both Vanessa and Hollid. Remember your only friend in Selford at the time was Virgil. Why would you kill him? Neither of them would want to put that in front of a jury.”

“Sir Trunest told me I must put this right. How do I do that? I can see, feel and hear the Throng’s vengeance. Is this all because of what I have done? I told Trunest I have done nothing!

The Enforcer told me that he cannot prevent an injustice that has already happened. He dismissed the idea of justice with a hearty laugh.

Hollid’s ‘time and motion survey’ did not involve the Enforcer’s thoughts. If anyone had experience of law breakers they would have biased the survey if they were involved. Offenders are profiting from these past acts of dishonour at everyone’s expense. How can I put a system right when I only have that system to do so?

The Enforcer was too busy arresting the elderly for fighting back and the sick for struggling. He advised me to move to Sharbourn; Selford’s lost.”

“My love, perhaps the Throng is not angry because of what you have done, but because of what you have not?”

“Both of us have always found it easiest to avoid Hollid altogether.” I clasp Serena’s hand for support and she puts her arm around my lonely shoulders. “Even apart I always felt very close to you. You possess my mind and in your absence you consume my thoughts.”

“I think that they wished you had struck Virgil so others could blame you for their crime. You probably alleviated their guilt, because they lacked a conscience. That wouldn’t have happened if Virgil had remained; another motive for their crime. I have misjudged Vanessa.” Serena sighs within her growing despair.

“I am beginning to realize that so much wrong needs to be undone. I am so sorry that I was once happy to have let such wickedness rest. I now realize that it was not only me who suffered. Although, there is nothing I can do about the Plateau.”

On-lookers, Jonny explains the social structures of Selfordan culture in the kitchen. “There are three types of minion. Those with power are mostly evil. Everything that they do they do for themselves. These are the Successful parasites, who talk of progress whilst the masses still remain injured and poor. They are not only worthless but detrimental to their fellow kind. The worst type of parasite kills their hosts with disregard. These ‘Hollids’ contribute nothing and take everything; destruction.”

Jonny feels the pain watching from the side lines, “As we watch Megarian and his enduring waste, I watch those who survive such evil. The Survivors are the biggest traitors of their own kind. For petit rewards these Survivors destroy life itself by denying their purpose, to serve the parasites intent. The parasitic Successful sub species assess the Survivors due. Their misplaced power defines criminality. Survivors claim authority whilst they kill and then plead stupidity when their victims rise to hold such evil to account. Survivors try to justify their behaviour and that of the Successful parasites claiming their worth and power as credited. Survivors’ authority is only that of these parasitic devils. We have repeatedly learnt devils do not honour contracts even if the Survivors remain faithful and the poor die.” Jonny wipes his cheek. Victim and I take him out into the orchard for an early morning stroll.

The Pasteur continues with sadness, “The truth is that too many creatures cared for and protected are selling their souls to these devils. The only progress for the poor is that they get poorer. The Successful devils’ Survivors punish the good. The Successful class all the discredited poor as criminals and Survivors issue unreasonable demands as the devils’ might requires. When held to account the Successful devils disown their Survivors.

Amongst the victims of these creatures in the squalid earthly Hell the only surviving good that remains exists. This is where the last kind of minion endures. The worthy truly reject the money that enables such evil wickedness to triumph. The psychosis of Survivor and Successful devils’ delusions shatter as they hit the brutal truth treasured here. It is here that love and care exists where it is lacking amongst the self gratifying wealthy.” To my surprise the Vicar starts to sob. It is Victim who hugs this tall Foreigner. I am bewildered. 

“I am stronger thank you. You are hot Victim?” Jonny replies with concern at this, little insignificance.

“That isn’t me. Our Creator will not see his angels suffer for the sensitivity He has blessed you with. I am their vessel Jon. Remember that that sensitivity has not only enabled you to see the wickedness thrive, but to avoid it.”

I am stunned even flabbergasted. I try to get my breath back. Zeta starts running over to join us from the Home Farm kitchen.

“What’s the matter Zeta,” she is very excited and I do not know why.

“Did you not feel it? The Throng’s anger! The world stopped and then started again. There is black slime burnt across the kitchen table, ‘the end of the world is nigh’. The aga has split in two. Delta and Sigma say that it is barbeque for lunch.”

I assure her, “Nothing has happened here. It has been calm and still.” Zeta catches her breath and gabbles on,

“Has he said yes yet?” she enquires of Jonny. He shakes his head.

“Mummy said that she tried to speak to you this morning. You were more concerned with Hollid’s responsibility than your own. You blamed her, myself and Yew for avoiding your vocation. You consider Selford is lost and impossible to save. Alpha says that to do nothing makes you as bad as Hollid.” Zeta took my head in her hands and stared into my eyes,

“The Throng gave all persons the land. It was the Successful devils who decided it belonged to them and no one else. They objected to their fellow kind from using it. They then chose to sell it to those who had never seen money and otherwise never would. These deceitful devils sold them money for more money. Thieves invented debt owed to them. The poor had their rites to land stolen. The true have always owned nothing and still give more than anyone else.” Zeta simply stares at me, “The omnipresent Throng is present throughout time. They know what you will do. Still, the more confident the Professors become the more greed is satisfied for these powerful thieves. The poor now need to sell their souls to Satan. Unless you act now we’re all lost.”

Jonny takes up her argument, “Successful parasites commended by Survivors manoeuvring their way through the starving. Satan celebrates and the Throng groans in despair. Xern, the Throng makes all things possible.”

My mind is shattered and bombarded. I love these persons how can I defend myself On-lookers?

Zeta continues, “Innumerates acclaim the market economy system. None are able to calculate that if you keep gratifying the black hole at the top, where too much is not enough, you will end up with less than nothing. The more money these Successful parasites and their Survivors make the more persons with more sense and no money die.”

Victim ends with his finale, “The ‘intelligent’ amongst such Survivors require conformity to their peers. ‘Genii’ don’t conform. Money kills the progress of persons it always has, does now and forever will. These parasites sacrifice truth in the hope for nothing but power sustificuts. It’s what happens now at the Plateau University.”

On-lookers, is life worth living? I suppose it has always depended on two things. What persons’ value; money, purpose, relationships. And then whether persons’ thoughts, hopes and beliefs enable them to realize their existence.

Yew arrives with Serena. Serena hugs me. The black slime covers both of them. Brilliant light follows another clap of heavy thunder. 

“We’ve been scrubbing the table to get the black slime off. It just won’t come off.” Serene begs me, “Please Xern for our sakes. Resurrect your purpose at the University.”

I look at them all, “If you don’t mind me doing so. I can only try to put things right and I cannot do that alone, Jonny.” A rainbow reveals itself spread over the farm. The sun shines forcefully on my back. The black slime disappears in front of our eyes.

On-lookers, is this ‘nonsense’, or the way of life?
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On-lookers I had to struggle to get the Nonsense today, someone is messing with my Google instructions and I think it might be local. I did it anyway, as with yesterday if you miss any previous chapters click the logo to the left of this posting and access my profile. It is all in there. After this one there are four more chapters up to the finale! Good luck,

31 The Truth

From the Thurch at Home Farm we travel backwards along the corridor to the kitchen. The historic knoms black handprints etched in rock are scattered under the arches along the walls. No one pays them much attention. They will eternally reach for the windows above us. Yew allows his hand to run along the hand prints in the wall.

“That is what despair looks like; the prints of fallible mortals arrogantly pursuing life. Only one thing we can be certain of in life. Knoms were sure of death in the nuclear fissions, during the fourth world war. The prints you have been running your hands over are theirs,” Gamma smiles at Yew.

Yew shrugs his shoulders to hide his horror of the past and his hopes for the future. He has grown over the last revolution. However, he will return to many lessons not yet learnt.

“You once revoked Victim aggressively for not acknowledging Virgil’s pain and death young man. These knoms felt pain and death exactly like Virgil. You are not a hypocrite Yew. You will never be as vulnerable, nor sacrificed as these knoms were. Show horror; it is horrible and you are neither responsible, nor callous. Life is nothing but choices and decisions. You hesitate now as you face hope; these knoms faced despair. Respect this Yew.” Gamma returns to the ‘everyday’ life of the kitchen.

Yew rejects the dead and their plea. He feels he still has a duty to the living and does not go with the others.

Outside Victim smiles to himself alone amongst the ancient trees.

Yew approaches Victim from the Thurch, “I am sorry Victim.” Victim looks confused but then shakes his head and pats Yew on the back. Yew flinches and continues, “Sorry for not listening to you before I left. The Throng told me that They have not done this to you, minions have. I do not wish to be one of them.”

“After Armageddon they will not be able to blame the Throng. They have stated with certainty that JEHOVAH does not exist.” He laughs with tears in his eyes, “They will have to blame me I suppose. Accusationes abundant sed numquam accipiuntur.” He smiles and repeats, “I am only ever responsible after the event.”

ODIN joins in with Victims laughter and Yew remembers ODIN’s warning that dignified fools simply want to go straighter and faster.

“Perhaps we share the pleas of the dead knoms? This Hell appearing before us will be smothered in victims; believing in nothing but their own ignorance. I was once a victim of the Successful’s indifference. Alone I have survived Hollid.

I have learnt from everything that happened. My lessons are different to yours. That does not make them any less valid and they remain essential for my survival.” Victim wipes the top of his cheek.

Yew asks, “Wouldn’t you be better off in a home?”

“Luckily for me the authorities considered me too clever to be in a home.” Victim huffs,

“Why were you unemployed?”

“I lost my job because I saved a client’s life. He needed resuscitating, but his parents wanted him left. Some others think we would be better off dead. It gratefully isn’t their choice. Unfortunately they can choose to hide us in homes.

I do not approve of murder or blatant lying, whether it is legal or not. I am therefore mad; unable to conform. You will believe in what you choose regardless of my experiences.”

“Vita iniusta est.” the angels whisper.

Life is not only what I make it; it is what others permit me to make.

On-looker, life amongst persons is not fair.

Yew walks to the kitchen slowly. He can sense Alpha has been waiting to undress him in front of those he supposes he must be accountable to. This dignified and yet vulnerable young minion is not looking forward to it.

We are in the kitchen discussing what the possibilities are regarding Hollid. I am telling them about my meetings with the Enforcer, the Conveyor and the Ferryman. Yew eventually comes in from the orchard.

“I believe that you want to undress me Alpha.” Yew tries to state with confidence.

Sigma immediately starts laughing. She appears to have no thoughts for the young minion’s dignity or embarrassment. Sigma hands the blushing young minion a cup of tea and corrects him, “Dressing down, Yew, dressing down; a reprimand young minion,” everyone except Yew starts laughing and Sigma is relentless, “why, what have you been up to Yew? It does not seem like Alpha to either reprimand anyone or undress them!”

I rush to Yew’s aid. It is like old times at the ‘Long in the Tooth’. “Come on be fair. We phrase our two languages differently. It’s a reasonable mistake to make.” The laughing maxims cannot hear my words.

Alpha whispers, “Do you have a message to convey Yew? What has your quest found this past revolution?” Alpha starts trying to assist Yew to be ‘positive’. “Perhaps the most important things in life are truth and love…

“…both of which have been misconstrued by persons.” Yew sighs. 

“‘Be positive,’ all persons are capable of love.” 

“Minions confuse sex for love, as they confuse knowledge for intelligence. Self gratification of any kind does not enable love. Persons need fresh air, space and time to treasure the love they have. If not from others from within themselves; ‘to give is to receive.’ JEHOVAH is love and is therefore life. Persons confuse religion taught in churches for JEHOVAH Himself. Churches are organized by persons; JEHOVAH is not.” Yew sips some of his tea and we all mutter our general agreement with his belief.

Encouraged Yew continues, “Minions know they are right for one reason; they are ignorant. They sacrifice truth to achieve their certainty; in doing so they sacrifice others’ hope. I notice that persons who are positive are those who do not listen or hear, look or see. It is not possible to be both truthful and positive. We should be tactful, but realistic.

‘Hear and we forget,’ to forget love; is to forget life’s purpose; without it Time brings death.
‘See and we remember,’ picture the indifference of the ignorant who neither love nor forgive.
‘Do and we understand.’ without understanding there is nothing.

Ignorance is bliss for those casting pain onto others. I hope to be truthful and love those around me.” Yew concludes his effort.

The kitchen immediately quietens, but Alpha and I smile at each other across the crowded room. On-lookers ZEUS and ODIN laugh together in the face of adversity. Your adversity On-lookers; born of our arrogant rejections of their advice. Only the truly powerful can afford to laugh.

I shake Yew by the hand, “You do not need your ornamental staff Yew. You are not a hopeless cause! Virgil would have been so proud of you. You have done well friend, but never forget what Victim has been trying to tell you, no one will believe you at home.”

“Nemo tibi credet,” echoes down the high arched corridors. On-lookers we all believe what we want to believe.

Alpha reiterates what I am saying, “Yew, I can tell you no one will believe you in Selford. The Successful parasites warn nemo tibi credet. The guilty maintain that the victims do not tell the truth. The arrogant state it is more important that JESUS died for us rather than we heed any advice that He gives. Like the Throng Socrates never existed according to the arrogant and we suppose therefore said nothing.”

“Yew, you are a good emissary. In my times we all strove to be truthful. We learnt tact, but were not tempted to deceive for rewards. The rewards and therefore the material choices were precisely defined. We loved and respected those around us, who strove for the truth which we shared.

You tell me that is what you’ve discovered and you tell us all here honestly. Thank you for being my successful emissary. Thank you for helping us establish who killed your father.”

On-lookers do not call our FATHER, ‘Lord’ or ‘God’. FATHER JEHOVAH is the creator of all. He requires none of our titles or embellishments. Identify ourselves with His purpose and we will be both the donator and receiver of true love.

Tonight On-lookers, to my own amazement Serena invites me into her room. We sit in bed in each others arms with my piece of paper. We talk about Vanessa with Hollid, and with Virgil. As I make notes in the light of the bedside lamp I tell my Love about the work of Zeta. I tell Serena about the consequences, but she is dreaming of our hopes.

The light does fade, but Time is lost and alone.

Serena is defending our corner of life next morning in the kitchen. We have discussed our possibilities last night. Serena still understands me entirely as she did sixteen revolutions ago,

“Xern doesn’t trust them Gamma. They threw him out when Hollid manipulated his way in.”

“Yew says that Xern could change things for the better.” Gamma ponders.

“I would spend the rest of time here in the fresh air with clear water, rolling hills and fields. I could not ask for more than friends and a healthy Throng of existence. But unless the Throng enlightens Selford the 21st century will happen again.” Zeta is young and has a wish to save the world.

“Do you think you can make a difference?” Gamma asks her.

“Before the fourth world war the Hollids of the 21st century came here. Minions had to buy land to grow vegetables, houses to live and materials to make essentials. They smothered space and time with money and death. If it hadn’t been for the knoms life would’ve become worthless. Reroute this ‘progress’ before it happens again.”

“You’ll get hurt child. The Capitalists killed the knoms for giving life value without money. They only fulfil their greed. Virgil was killed because Hollid could fund his extravagances selling Virgil’s medicine to the wealthy,” Gamma smiles.

“No one could live unless they had ‘sustificuts of power’. Individuals had to pay money for food, water and eventually air. But now there is a growing sense of camaraderie; signs of resistance!”

Was life like that On-lookers?
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Please excuse me this year so far. I have had a medical emergency of a kind result now in a dilemma and even work to follow was a distraction I could not ignore.

The resulting lack of Nonsense posts for the last month and a half (after Christmas) was not good and I apologize. I will attempt to make it up to any On-lookers next week I hope and rerun the last 5 chapters one a day. Monday 11th - Friday 15th.
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On-lookers this is the penultimate episode of 'Nonsense' the last chapter will be posted on Monday. Does this frighten you or make you angry? Perhaps it does nothing to you? What could this mean?

34 The Devil’s Library

Tonight I am relaxed again. Perhaps this should be the end of the story? However, this undertaking that my family and friends have drawn from me is about to start. The atmosphere remains one of excitement amongst everyone else. The University professors are studying the geological movements on the bed of the Mowdis. Their delusion is that when they identify a reason the earthquakes will stop. Am I any better? On-lookers, will the Throngs’ furry ease simply because I agree to return to the Plateau? I cannot find any inspiration how to put things right.

Serena sits next to me in the dark and puts her arm around my shoulders, “Love, don’t forget our daughter.” She smiles, “The Throng has yet to tell us what purpose her mission served. I am thrilled we are together again, but what does the Throng want from Zeta?”

The words scrawled in black slime on the table have all disappeared. The words now burnt on the table read, ‘Whoever rejects you rejects me and the one who sent me.’

We return the next rotar to the Thurch to find not just truth but answers. Alpha is flicking through the combined Throng books when Zeta exclaims in alarm and jumps up. There is an echoing ring through the Pal hall as something falls to the stone floor. Gamma searches under the pew to find what has fallen. He hands Zeta the key that he has found. She examines it with a frown.

“What is this key Alpha?” It no longer glows but is still warm and Zeta hands it to him.

“It’s from the Throng. You’ll need some help. It’ll open the cast iron door Gamma. It is integral with the wall and has no hinges. We didn’t have the key and despite our efforts we could not open it. It hides a library stocked by the knoms two centuries ago.”

We all descend onto the strange ‘invisible’ door in the arched passage. Zeta is excited. Nevertheless, the initial attempts to simply turn the key and open the library are not successful. Gamma attempts to lever the large key around. Rho forces thick grease into the key hole before Jonny retries the key.

“If we ever get this door open I’ll be surprised if there is anything in here. Look at these burnt handprints on this wall. If the fission bomb did this to whole knoms there cannot be much left of books.” All labourers agree with the Foreigner as they all push against the stubborn door.

Young Rho squeals with delight. He grabs the lever and sticks it into a crack that appears in the base of the wall. Exactly where we least expected it. The door is not simply heavy it is very thick.

“It’s unlocked!” Delta exclaims.

“Lead was used in the old times to seal the things inside here from the nuclear fissions. Do not touch the inside of the wall." Alpha is concerned that lead kills, Jonny and I agree. Sigma provides rubber gloves until we have finished prising these sides apart.

A couple of whiles and a break later the doors are fully open. Delta holding a handkerchief over his face wipes solid layers of cobwebs away to reveal thick dust…

“There is something in there!” Zeta jumps as something falls off one of the tables inside. The light fades and Time does hesitate before passing us all by.

What is that On-looker? Do you recognize him? Pas encore set horrifia. Not this horror again.

The skies grow darker, books start falling from the shelves and bursting into flames. A hollow whining voice echoes through the thin windows in the library. “You are not the only ones. These books are mine. You may not read them.”

Yew looks the devil straight in the eyes and replies to his asserted authority, “This is not about you. I am one of millions, so why are we debating your gratification? We may do whatever we choose and the Throng invites us to read these books. The Throng, the very essence of life have given these books to everyone. You cannot deny us what is already ours.” Victim fulfils Arwel’s role standing defiantly legs apart next to Yew. The Déjà vu is not here.

Books start flying around the room and the window glass starts cracking. The whine continues to hiss through the thin windows in the library. “Who will look after you if I do not look after myself?”

Where others are fearful Yew is angry, “You are saving none of us. The Throng saves us from ourselves and evil. Voltaire insisted, ‘Librumne tulisti?’, ‘Happy he, who has availed to read the causes of things.’ These are our books. You are not welcome; go. Socrates said on the steps of the Stoa that knowledge is good and ignorance is evil. We choose ‘good’.”

A sharp whistle from the high windows splits the continuing boom, “Socrates did not exist; you cannot choose for others. It is my job to decide what is best for you.”

A fire in the corner of the library starts to grow. Yew’s temper rises with others’ terror, “I understand more than you maintain. The Throng created us free to choose and enable us with this knowledge to live wisely. The decisions are ours not yours. None of us intend to become martyrs to the devil.” A movement of air whistles out through the cracked glass.

Rho passes Victim the lever. He passes it to the tallest of us. The Foreigner pokes the slit leaded windows out of their frames again. The library fills with sunlight like a glass with cool water.

The fire gives a flourish, then dies. On-looker Time not only stands still, but reverses. The books that were on the floor reappear as they were on the shelves. There was no fire. The devil has gone.

“Thousands of books from around the world …” I utter in amazement.

“…Truth,” Alpha choruses, “Hundreds of them.” He smiles confidently, “A true and noble fight as I said in the café Yew. I’m pleased you’re here.”

Maxims are fingering through the books on the table. “Bibbles, all different bibbles and Gideon’s, Throng books with words in …what’s this? The ones on the shelves are different …” and the excitement continues.

Delta is debating the books with the Foreigner and Sigma. They are weak and will not survive this intrigue for long. “How do we repair such treasures?” Everyone removes one book from the library. Victim writes their name and the book they take in his pad of paper.

Later fervent discussion continues in the kitchen.

On-lookers we saw nothing that we did not want to see. Anything unpleasant we spied we could not understand. Although we know nothing of ourselves we stand tall in our ignorance. Remember that which we cannot find in the universe we will find within ourselves.

Jonny smiles at Xern, “The Throng has given you your answer, a University curriculum.”

“Yes, but have you looked in these bibbles and Gideon’s? Try reading one bibble from cover to cover it contradicts itself endlessly. This isn’t as simple as it might at first seem. Persons with ulterior motives interpret what the Throng said before they write it in these books. These books convey nothing directly from the Throng.”

Jonny joins me. “After Nicaea the bibble was edited by the first Bishops and the pagan Emperor Constantine to make it easier for them. Look at lawyers and how there is a law that validates every crime within the legal system. It was the same with bibbles. In the beginning of time all you needed to get away with anything was a belief in the Christian regime.”

“More to the point ‘that the Christian regime believed in you!’” Alpha corrects.

The Pasteur agrees, “It was probably a hindrance if you believed in any of the Throng. We hope you believed in what the Throng did rather than what the churches preached.”

“The Throng continues to intercede on our behalf, hallelujah.” Gamma raises his eyebrows.  

“Jonny it says at the end of the New Testament that anyone editing anything out of the bibble will be damned for eternity.”

“It is ambiguous about who is going to do the damning, but dictators do not like having their dictums altered! It is a pity that the Throng did not write a book, but I suppose that that would have interfered with giving us freedom of choice and being. That was never the plan of any church or empire.” Jonny resigned to the inevitable shrugs his shoulders at me.

“So the Throng has written none of it? …I am to use this book compiled by powerful Satanists with ulterior motives to devise a curriculum … how friend?” I shake my head in despair again.

Jonny laughs, “I think that you can work out what the Throng desires, by reading the bibble twice. Firstly as an emperor trying to sort a problem he has got. Ignore these bits. Then you read what’s left. Note down any contradictions. Assess the number of mentions each contradiction repeats in the bibble. Using your discretionary sense and these results the truth will blossom. The Throng’s disciples were instructed to clearly tell us Their message. Remember the Throng was communicating with animals; us as we were. Open your heart to the Throng and you will understand that They are benevolent. Compared to our callous indifference to each other they are compassionate.”

“You have to agree Jonny; I cannot safely do this on my own. No person can alone. We need a committee of maxims and minions, all kinds finishing in a debate of what is and is not worth teaching.”

Jonny pats me on my back, “You can make a final judgement about what the new curriculum should include…”

“No, no friend.” I am left contemplating fate.

On-lookers you have predicted the future weather, life expectancy and gambling prospects. With Time encircling our endless fallibilities could you predict destinies with the same accuracy? Are you surprised to see Time is already here? Is that our conscience echoing within your soul?

It dawns on me slowly. “The best person for this job is Yew. Yew will decide.”

Life continues because of light and darkness.
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On-lookers this is the 'Nonsense' for today. The story will end on Monday as I do not post chapters on Saturday or Sunday. On-lookers do you consider yourself to be successful, or do you "merely"? If neither you may have a great deal more than you realize to offer the world and beyond.

32 The Foreigner’s Return

On-lookers, do you ever forget when you walked this solid earth, or nemo tibi credet? If you dared to speak the truth were you alienated from your peers? Persons only believe what they want to believe and disregard everything else. Was your truth the same as Scoundrel’s? Or did you welcome your enlightenment, refusing to conform to authority’s reality? No one thought, ‘what a pity’ when Scoundrel died.

Yew and Zeta go out into the orchard to find Victim. Gamma and Alpha approach Serena and I in the kitchen. Alpha in particular appears to be very concerned. Gamma however seems more relaxed.

“Xern, something is very wrong. I believe that only you can put it right.” Alpha puts my mug of tea in front of me.

“Xern, you need to go back and stop the University from continuing to ostracize the intelligent in Selford.” Gamma is more forthright than Alpha, “if you don’t then the Throng will destroy Selford and possibly Sharbourn too.”

“The children have told us Xern that you threw the University out when they approached you to take over from Hollid.” Alpha is very frightened.

“Not again Alpha. The intelligent never attended the University. They murdered the most intelligent minion that I ever knew; my dearest friend. I will not rejoin the sewerage of self important conformists.”

Sigma pours a brandy into my tea and Alpha adds a tea spoon of sugar. It is disgusting to taste, but does allow me to endure Alpha’s plea.

“Yew considers that you could resurrect the purpose of the Plateau University, the research, the education, the empowering and enlightenment of the masses.”

“There are no ‘masses’; only the successful; surviving elite and the misplaced elite. Look what happened last time Alpha!”

“Teach minions that.” Gamma is quick to answer my concerns as the ground judders to the left and back to the right.

“Xern the Throng is very angry.”

I shake my head in despair.

“The last time I saw Jonny he warned that ‘the end of the world is nigh’. The Throng is not only destroying Selford Xern they are destroying everything.”

Yew and Zeta run into the room terrified and Alpha asks them,

“Where is Victim?”

Yew answers Alpha, “He is outside with the Foreigner. They are laughing!” Yew does not expect anyone to hear him. All the persons in the kitchen are restating their family connections. Yew is now alone with the Throng scrubbing black slime off his hands.

I take cuddle Zeta. “Are you alright?” She does not answer me.

Zeta asks Alpha, “does he agree?”

Both Gamma and Alpha shake their heads.

“…My mother?” Yew assumes that his mother must be dead if she was in the ‘Long in the Tooth’ which is now destroyed.

The Foreigner opens the kitchen door, “Good afternoon persons, nulla causa est quin tibi credam, good afternoon On-lookers.” The Rector lifts everyone’s spirits with his smile. The ground does not judder it shivers and crockery starts falling off the dresser in the corner of the kitchen. 

Victim follows in Father Jonny’s shadow.

“He left Jonny insisting that his name was Scoundrel. He does not believe in all this ‘nonsense’. Scoundrel is going to sue Home Farm for not providing treasure after he completed his quest in the Aeolus Maze.” Alpha mops his brow with his hanky and sighs, “I tried Jonny, but you cannot make an idiot see sense when he chooses not to.”

 “I have no reason to doubt you Alpha, you will not hear from Arwel again. He was Hollid’s first victim you realize. Persons rape in order to assert power over their victims. Power was therefore not only important to Arwel, but he could never distinguish between friend and foe. The Mowdis has drained. Scientists cover the river bed researching which continental plate caused this to happen. Young man, your mother has not been at the ‘Long in the Tooth’ for some moons now.” Jonny calms Yew’s concerns, “Horace assists unemployed cattle workers who are rebuilding it. Alpha he is feeding the workers and their families whilst the work is undertaken. This disaster has shaken them all. Yew we hoped to persuade your mother to get involved with the feeding of the persons helping at the alehouse. Megarian needs feeding too now there is nothing left for him to do.”

“…Religion, Jonny? Are the Throng still rejected in favour of the Successful’s wealth? Do the lying and stealing Survivors continue to take precedence over religion? What does the mob make of right and wrong now?”

“It is an uphill battle Alpha. Those who considered themselves in charge are no longer in control. They are panicking. They are clinging resolutely on to what they consider is theirs despite the obvious truth that they never had possession or control. They are not intelligent they are simply powerful and only able to destroy. They have no education to enable them to ask, let alone to join in. The scientists in the bottom of the Mowdis are proving they’re right regardless of truth. Xern they need educating, they need light. Remember Trunest? I am certain this is what the Throng wants you to do.”

“The Throng has recently given me back my wife. Serena and I are back together thank you Jonny. I now have a daughter as well as a son. No. Jonny I do not consider this choice balanced, but necessary to answer the needs of my dependants. I have new responsibilities.

Gamma says I should educate every minion. You state a truth that minions are powerful enough to know everything without education. They do not make mistakes; so how can such bigots learn anything?”

“No, Xern look at me. There is more to truth than what you, Trunest or the Scientists at the Plateau fancy they know.” The Foreigner can see that his friend has reason in his argument. “Truth is more than knowledge. You cannot tell the black slime from the rotting river bed of the Mowdis at the Chasm. You maybe psychotic because you see things that you fancy should not be there? They are here. Are all maxims psychotic? Or are you all psychopathic? To what do you conform when you are abroad friend?”

“The answers do not lie with you alone. Persons are nothing without the Throng; nothing as either maxims without minions, or vica versa.” Alpha is pale and starts to shake. Jonny nods at Sigma who pours brandy into Alpha’s coffee.

“Jonny, after neglecting my lovely wife for over sixteen revolutions I gave her my word that I will never return to that den of iniquity. Jonny, Alpha, Gamma you listen, Hollid raped my beautiful, caring, inoffensive gentle Serena. Wherever he is he has not stopped, he tried to compromise my daughter. I will not conform to, or compete with such criminal behaviour. I will not return.

How can I educate minions who were born perfect? They all conform to one genii: theirs. Power means they are right. If I teach minions they see me as subversive and insulting. My minion friends do not say that I’m right; they call me spiritual. All non conformists are spiritual. My arguments are powerful but denied as insubstantial.”

“That is satanical behaviour that shrouds itself under the deceit of ethics. Criminals merely break those authorities’ rules and laws. Genii by definition need to be psychotic. They don’t conform.” Gamma knows criminals, which behaved better than the Successful.

“It shrouds itself as being impractical! You cannot gratify yourself and be spiritual!” I laugh with Gamma.

Alpha interrupts, “Friend, neither you nor Serena can stay here. Here will not exist in a moons time. You need to see what’s left of the Mowdis. The fate of life itself depends on you Xern. Remove evil from Selford and you can live wherever you choose.”

To everyone’s surprise Victim speaks with unfounded power and authority. He talks calmly as if what he says does not concern him.

“Our Holy Father,”

…Xern flinches this time. He does not like the term. Even he considers himself free to answer to the Throng.

Victim continues, “…respects our independence and freedom. They created our potential and therefore everything that we have realized and destroyed. Our future rests in our hands not Theirs’. They spend all this energy trying to warn us what we are doing to ourselves and we dismiss that. What did they tell you Yew?”

“Judge yourself before others and forgive those who haven’t understood. JESUS is the son of JEHOVAH and together as one The Throng will save us. Born as we are and possessed by the almighty and supreme power that created life itself. For this reason this power knows of our failings.” Yew tries to recall the words that the Throng spoke over a moon ago. “They protect us from the evil we create. They have maintained us in our suspended state of disbelief for many generations.” JESUS appears in the kitchen which lights up in front of us and the Son of JEHOVAH shows me his stigmata,

“We are the Throng of life. Live by Us and We will answer your needs. We give you Our knowledge and wisdom. Respect Our desires and intentions and We will protect you from your temptations. In answer to your own damnation We offer you Our salvation.

The arrogant progression of your kind is leading you to your own Armageddon. All We have given you will be lost. For your own sake observe We are the Throng of life. Without Us there is only death and misery. Have faith in Us. We serve Our sacred purpose supporting all our children. Remember Our justice placed on others is influenced with the same mercy I give you.”

“Hallelujah Throng, for life in the beginning, now and forever after. Amen.” Yew answers the Holy intent of his Saviour. The maxims in the kitchen cross themselves.

The Rector crosses himself, “Xern, the Throng laugh amongst Themselves at Plateau Professors who think they know it all and endlessly demonstrate that they know very little about anything. You’re the genius who can remove the arrogance bred by minion Professors up at the Plateau. You aren’t alone; you’ve the infallible Throng and us mere mortals. Do something friend.”

On-lookers, is life like that?
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30 Serena’s Story

Scoundrel reaches the banks of the Mowdis quickly. Determined to cross the consumptive mud where the river had been he starts alone in the pelting rain. No one arrives on the Selfordan beech. The secret tale of Scoundrel will have yet another mystery added to it.

The child clinging to Time’s hand appears, “I am you and you are me. You know me well and call me ‘Stranger’…”
Time whispers in the child’s ear, who then repeats, “…you know me well and call me ‘Scoundrel’”

“Quis dubitat quin vera dixeris?”

The question is repeated by Alpha to all returning travellers here in the kitchen. “Who doubts that you told the truth?” However, none have told the tale of Scoundrel.

Time now wanders alone. No child clings to his hand.

On-lookers everything fades to insignificance in Serena’s light. The Throng has answered my hopes. I can hold my life in esteem again.

Alpha assures all those around Sigma’s lunch table, that we will identify those deceitfully cheating Truth after the meal in the Thurch. After lunch Yew returns to the Thurch with the Throng book that we gave him. The light passes through the seven stained glass windows along the southern Auster wall remaining across the altar.

“I am Zeta,” a voice within the Eurus shadow tells Yew, “the Throng book I carried is here.”

Yew places his book on the altar where it starts to glow, “I was told that ‘Truth’ will be found when the books are joined together. As their emissary I feel I ought to wait for your parents.” Yew hesitates where he stands. He attempts to explain himself, “I don’t know if I can cope with ‘Truth’ alone.”

Zeta joins him, “Right and wrong are significant opinions, but truth is the reality which judges both. Perhaps we need first to identify truth?” Zeta consoles Yew as she places her Throng book next to his on the altar. “I believe you. I have seen the black slime everywhere, even the tears of blood and time stand still.”

Nevertheless, Yew does not believe her. The Throng smiles at the security that arrogance can beguile from the ignorant when challenged. How can we deny our world as our past experiences have shown them to us On-looker? As we have learnt in an hierarchical society one minion’s security can be another minion’s doom. The glow of both books intensifies and a lilac scent wafts around the hall from the altar.

Does Yew believe persons will tell the truth? The guilty maintain that their victims do not tell the truth. They accuse anyone crying as a liar, “Nemo tibi credet, On-looker.” What is Yew guilty of, or is he a victim of other’s guilt?

From the kitchen Gamma shows me to the Thurch with Serena and Sigma. Gamma explains how the irradiated handprints on the corridor wall are those of the knoms. Two centuries ago the Capitalists dropped fission bombs. Knoms were reaching for the air vents above the stained glass in the seven arch windows. Ubiquitous Time passes along Gamma’s descriptions of the past horrors. I am impressed with the enduring calm of this historic place.

Serena silently hugs our daughter missed for so long. There is so much pain behind such a warm smile. I remain with my partner.

Serena pursues Yew for answers again, “If Xern didn’t kill your father who do you think did?”

“I don’t know I wasn’t even born.” Yew sighs, “Who had a motive?”

“Yew, your father saw Hollid rape me.” This brutal comment comes from Serena without any feeling. It is simply a fact.

The light shines across this dark chaos of emotions. The Throng sighs across the Thurch,

“Nulla causa est quin tibi credam,” JEHOVAH has no reason to doubt you. “Felix est.” He is happy to know the truth, echoes across the construed deceit.

On-lookers only silence is left. Stillness follows, but does not flow. The auras from the Throng form slowly above the altar and the Throng books. Everyone merely sits as images of ultimate truth wash past them.

Time draws long hard gasps for breath like water from an empty well. The empty bucket clatters up the hollow walls devoid of love, care, humanity …anything. Large tears roll down Serena’s cheeks. I protect her from the maxims’ astonished stares.

Yew is horrified at the words echoing inside this knocking drum of pain and anguish. He feels a warm glow grasp both his hands. It gently squeezes them. He does not flinch. In the dark small flickering blue lights twinkle around the young minion and about the Thurch.

On-lookers, amongst these twinkling blue lights life could never have been grey? Yew wonders what rape has to do with his father’s death. Why bring it up now? A solitary Yew stands cast against Serena’s search for black and white.

“Yew was right earlier. Who had a motive to murder his father? The only witness of Serena’s rape was Virgil. Virgil told the Conveyor the truth. Then someone killed him. The Plateau supported Hollid’s ruthless ambition though. Hollid was last observed attempting to employ the Conveyor at his new Plateau night club.” Alpha has monitored revolutions of isolated truths and sown a web of evidence.

“Do not seek justice amongst blind persons, who choose to ignore the truth. Justice is blind and identifies with theses tyrants who choose not to see. Evil thrives within persons and their laws. Recompense will not be found here.” Gamma corrects the proceedings before a pointless search begins in this dark.

Serena continues, “Hollid would not leave me alone so your father chaperoned me here. I hoped that your father could protect me from Hollid’s lust.”

“I thought my father came here to start the cultural exchange?” Yew hears himself speak words he does not feel. “I didn’t know he spoke to the Conveyor.”

Sigma contributes, “Hollid nearly killed Serena and Zeta before she was born.”

“None of us thought Hollid would do that,” Alpha qualifies Sigma’s answer.

“Who gave you that trinket of your father’s, Yew?” I ask my much loved ward in my own search for the truth.

“I told the Foreigner. My mother, Vanessa; it is my memento of my father, Xern.” Yew answers defensively.

“I understand. Did she say anything to you when she gave it to you, Son?” as tactfully as is possible I probe my friend for the truth.

“Only that he wanted me to have it. I want to have it Xern.” Yew is becoming defiant.

“I am sure he did. Yew, can you remember did she say ‘he’, ‘your father’, or someone else wanted you to have it?” I do not know how to pry more tenderly into a young minion’s memory.

“She said ‘he’ and meant my father. She did not mean you!” Yew feels under attack. He feels guilty, but he does not know why or how.

Alpha intercedes quickly before things get out of control. “Yew, Virgil was last seen alive in the tavern with that trinket before he died. It could not be found when he was killed outside the ‘Long in the Tooth.’” Alpha addresses the rest of the group in the Thurch again, “Vanessa’s evidence against Xern is inconsistent. Xern is not told that he did kill Virgil, because he already knew he did not.” Alpha looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “Virgil could not do more than he did Yew.” Alpha smiles at my young emissary, “I believe it cost him his life.”

“Others were told that Xern did murder Virgil regardless of truth. Those in the ‘Long in the Tooth’ saw that it was not possible for him to kill his best friend. Mummy writes to explain and Vanessa hides all the letters. Vanessa did nothing to save Virgil’s life.”

“Hollid disregarded her too, Zeta.” Serena checks her daughter’s accusation.

“Yew, the trinket is yours of course. Please tell me why would your mother ‘not mean me’?” Yew’s last comment confused me.

“The only minion my mother likes is Hollid, not you Xern. She does not even like me. You endlessly help her; I do not know why. She did not help my father then, nor you and Serena now. As Zeta says Hollid does not acknowledge her. My father would have helped Serena if he could.” Yew shakes his head; he has given up trying to understand his mother a long time ago.

 “Hollid,” Alpha replies slowly and quietly whilst Yew continues nattering to me, “Hollid had motive…”

“Xern, why would you wait until now to give me my father’s trinket if you had had it when my father died? You have given me other things of my father’s that you have found.” Yew suddenly grasps his memento and the purpose of this questioning. “You did not give this to me; my mother did.”

“Why did Vanessa wait until now?” Alpha adds quickly.

‘Use their fallibilities against them and we will survive.’ I recall the words of Jonny the Foreigner six moons ago and release a long sigh of relief.

Zeta smiles at me, “Alpha, think like Daddy did at our Selfordan Court case. Forget what we don’t know and use what we do. ‘Hollid disregarded Vanessa,’ Mummy. I have seen that she embarrasses him. Hollid waited until now to give the trinket to Vanessa, so that she or whoever she gave it to would be incriminated in Virgil’s death.”

“Yew was a tiny baby at the time,” Alpha does not follow Zeta’s argument.

“…But Vanessa was not. She did not know her supposed Lover was incriminating her, why would she. Vanessa had already covered up for Hollid by hiding all of Mummy’s letters and incriminating Daddy.” Zeta gives a sigh.

“Well done Zeta.” I follow her argument.

Yew stares at the crossed symbol standing above the altar. Wriggling emotions coil around the turmoil in his mind. Emotions from the past sixteen revolutions die.

“Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,” JEHOVAH the Father has no reason to doubt the truth. The twinkling blue lights that bathe Yew’s battered heart disappear from the Thurch. The light rises and Time wanders alone. No child clings to Time’s hand anymore.

Disregard persons neither listening nor hearing, but pointing their fingers. On-lookers, life continues like that, ad infinitum.
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Dear On-lookers this is the catch up 'Nonsense' for today is the story of Serena and the terrible fate then befell her, this is the third time that the story has been told or hinted at, but this is the story from the victims perspective. The story of an ancient tale and perspective ... shades of grey.

30 Serena’s Story

Scoundrel reaches the banks of the Mowdis quickly. Determined to cross the consumptive mud where the river had been he starts alone in the pelting rain. No one arrives on the Selfordan beech. The secret tale of Scoundrel will have yet another mystery added to it.

The child clinging to Time’s hand appears, “I am you and you are me. You know me well and call me ‘Stranger’…”
Time whispers in the child’s ear, who then repeats, “…you know me well and call me ‘Scoundrel’”

“Quis dubitat quin vera dixeris?”

The question is repeated by Alpha to all returning travellers here in the kitchen. “Who doubts that you told the truth?” However, none have told the tale of Scoundrel.

Time now wanders alone. No child clings to his hand.

On-lookers everything fades to insignificance in Serena’s light. The Throng has answered my hopes. I can hold my life in esteem again.

Alpha assures all those around Sigma’s lunch table, that we will identify those deceitfully cheating Truth after the meal in the Thurch. After lunch Yew returns to the Thurch with the Throng book that we gave him. The light passes through the seven stained glass windows along the southern Auster wall remaining across the altar.

“I am Zeta,” a voice within the Eurus shadow tells Yew, “the Throng book I carried is here.”

Yew places his book on the altar where it starts to glow, “I was told that ‘Truth’ will be found when the books are joined together. As their emissary I feel I ought to wait for your parents.” Yew hesitates where he stands. He attempts to explain himself, “I don’t know if I can cope with ‘Truth’ alone.”

Zeta joins him, “Right and wrong are significant opinions, but truth is the reality which judges both. Perhaps we need first to identify truth?” Zeta consoles Yew as she places her Throng book next to his on the altar. “I believe you. I have seen the black slime everywhere, even the tears of blood and time stand still.”

Nevertheless, Yew does not believe her. The Throng smiles at the security that arrogance can beguile from the ignorant when challenged. How can we deny our world as our past experiences have shown them to us On-looker? As we have learnt in an hierarchical society one minion’s security can be another minion’s doom. The glow of both books intensifies and a lilac scent wafts around the hall from the altar.

Does Yew believe persons will tell the truth? The guilty maintain that their victims do not tell the truth. They accuse anyone crying as a liar, “Nemo tibi credet, On-looker.” What is Yew guilty of, or is he a victim of other’s guilt?

From the kitchen Gamma shows me to the Thurch with Serena and Sigma. Gamma explains how the irradiated handprints on the corridor wall are those of the knoms. Two centuries ago the Capitalists dropped fission bombs. Knoms were reaching for the air vents above the stained glass in the seven arch windows. Ubiquitous Time passes along Gamma’s descriptions of the past horrors. I am impressed with the enduring calm of this historic place.

Serena silently hugs our daughter missed for so long. There is so much pain behind such a warm smile. I remain with my partner.

Serena pursues Yew for answers again, “If Xern didn’t kill your father who do you think did?”

“I don’t know I wasn’t even born.” Yew sighs, “Who had a motive?”

“Yew, your father saw Hollid rape me.” This brutal comment comes from Serena without any feeling. It is simply a fact.

The light shines across this dark chaos of emotions. The Throng sighs across the Thurch,

“Nulla causa est quin tibi credam,” JEHOVAH has no reason to doubt you. “Felix est.” He is happy to know the truth, echoes across the construed deceit.

On-lookers only silence is left. Stillness follows, but does not flow. The auras from the Throng form slowly above the altar and the Throng books. Everyone merely sits as images of ultimate truth wash past them.

Time draws long hard gasps for breath like water from an empty well. The empty bucket clatters up the hollow walls devoid of love, care, humanity …anything. Large tears roll down Serena’s cheeks. I protect her from the maxims’ astonished stares.

Yew is horrified at the words echoing inside this knocking drum of pain and anguish. He feels a warm glow grasp both his hands. It gently squeezes them. He does not flinch. In the dark small flickering blue lights twinkle around the young minion and about the Thurch.

On-lookers, amongst these twinkling blue lights life could never have been grey? Yew wonders what rape has to do with his father’s death. Why bring it up now? A solitary Yew stands cast against Serena’s search for black and white.

“Yew was right earlier. Who had a motive to murder his father? The only witness of Serena’s rape was Virgil. Virgil told the Conveyor the truth. Then someone killed him. The Plateau supported Hollid’s ruthless ambition though. Hollid was last observed attempting to employ the Conveyor at his new Plateau night club.” Alpha has monitored revolutions of isolated truths and sown a web of evidence.

“Do not seek justice amongst blind persons, who choose to ignore the truth. Justice is blind and identifies with theses tyrants who choose not to see. Evil thrives within persons and their laws. Recompense will not be found here.” Gamma corrects the proceedings before a pointless search begins in this dark.

Serena continues, “Hollid would not leave me alone so your father chaperoned me here. I hoped that your father could protect me from Hollid’s lust.”

“I thought my father came here to start the cultural exchange?” Yew hears himself speak words he does not feel. “I didn’t know he spoke to the Conveyor.”

Sigma contributes, “Hollid nearly killed Serena and Zeta before she was born.”

“None of us thought Hollid would do that,” Alpha qualifies Sigma’s answer.

“Who gave you that trinket of your father’s, Yew?” I ask my much loved ward in my own search for the truth.

“I told the Foreigner. My mother, Vanessa; it is my memento of my father, Xern.” Yew answers defensively.

“I understand. Did she say anything to you when she gave it to you, Son?” as tactfully as is possible I probe my friend for the truth.

“Only that he wanted me to have it. I want to have it Xern.” Yew is becoming defiant.

“I am sure he did. Yew, can you remember did she say ‘he’, ‘your father’, or someone else wanted you to have it?” I do not know how to pry more tenderly into a young minion’s memory.

“She said ‘he’ and meant my father. She did not mean you!” Yew feels under attack. He feels guilty, but he does not know why or how.

Alpha intercedes quickly before things get out of control. “Yew, Virgil was last seen alive in the tavern with that trinket before he died. It could not be found when he was killed outside the ‘Long in the Tooth.’” Alpha addresses the rest of the group in the Thurch again, “Vanessa’s evidence against Xern is inconsistent. Xern is not told that he did kill Virgil, because he already knew he did not.” Alpha looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “Virgil could not do more than he did Yew.” Alpha smiles at my young emissary, “I believe it cost him his life.”

“Others were told that Xern did murder Virgil regardless of truth. Those in the ‘Long in the Tooth’ saw that it was not possible for him to kill his best friend. Mummy writes to explain and Vanessa hides all the letters. Vanessa did nothing to save Virgil’s life.”

“Hollid disregarded her too, Zeta.” Serena checks her daughter’s accusation.

“Yew, the trinket is yours of course. Please tell me why would your mother ‘not mean me’?” Yew’s last comment confused me.

“The only minion my mother likes is Hollid, not you Xern. She does not even like me. You endlessly help her; I do not know why. She did not help my father then, nor you and Serena now. As Zeta says Hollid does not acknowledge her. My father would have helped Serena if he could.” Yew shakes his head; he has given up trying to understand his mother a long time ago.

 “Hollid,” Alpha replies slowly and quietly whilst Yew continues nattering to me, “Hollid had motive…”

“Xern, why would you wait until now to give me my father’s trinket if you had had it when my father died? You have given me other things of my father’s that you have found.” Yew suddenly grasps his memento and the purpose of this questioning. “You did not give this to me; my mother did.”

“Why did Vanessa wait until now?” Alpha adds quickly.

‘Use their fallibilities against them and we will survive.’ I recall the words of Jonny the Foreigner six moons ago and release a long sigh of relief.

Zeta smiles at me, “Alpha, think like Daddy did at our Selfordan Court case. Forget what we don’t know and use what we do. ‘Hollid disregarded Vanessa,’ Mummy. I have seen that she embarrasses him. Hollid waited until now to give the trinket to Vanessa, so that she or whoever she gave it to would be incriminated in Virgil’s death.”

“Yew was a tiny baby at the time,” Alpha does not follow Zeta’s argument.

“…But Vanessa was not. She did not know her supposed Lover was incriminating her, why would she. Vanessa had already covered up for Hollid by hiding all of Mummy’s letters and incriminating Daddy.” Zeta gives a sigh.

“Well done Zeta.” I follow her argument.

Yew stares at the crossed symbol standing above the altar. Wriggling emotions coil around the turmoil in his mind. Emotions from the past sixteen revolutions die.

“Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,” JEHOVAH the Father has no reason to doubt the truth. The twinkling blue lights that bathe Yew’s battered heart disappear from the Thurch. The light rises and Time wanders alone. No child clings to Time’s hand anymore.

Disregard persons neither listening nor hearing, but pointing their fingers. On-lookers, life continues like that, ad infinitum.
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