~~~~~
Precious 7 ~~~~~
b4
They
were opposites, those two, and that is what
connected them. They were two extreme
realities and the void between them, like
any void in this World, was immediately filled
with shadows of all possible combinations
In-Between. By simply being precious
themselves, they automatically became Creators
of infinitive multitude of alternative Universes,
oh boy, were they Gods or what?
b5
~~~~~
Precious 8 ~~~~~
a3
"What
does that have to do with me?" I kept asking
myself. With a habitual regularity.
"How the hell this thing ended up in my own,
private and preciously protected world?
Who brought it in here?!"
Nh6
~~~~~
Precious 9 ~~~~~
Bb2
Then,
of course, there was the Baby. Precious,
delightfully pinkish Baby. Innocent
as Hell. Loud as Hell. Demanding
as Hell. Baby could never understand
why strangers were always asking 'whose Baby?'
question. As far as Baby was concerned
Baby was Baby and "whose" was simply a sneaky
attempt to change the subject. Besides
- everybody knew that Baby was mummy's, so
why bloody ask? Baby wasn't quite sure
who its mummy was but the fact that there
was somebody who created it, somebody it belonged
to; filled it with joy and pride...
O-O
~~~~~
Precious 10 ~~~~~
Ra2
Once
the kittens were out of the way, I opted for
octopolamus. Mainly because of its precious
rarity (I haven't heard of anybody who have
heard of it), but also, let's be honest, to
feed this nasty octal fetish of mine. ..
f5
~~~~~
Precious 11 ~~~~~
Qc2
They
lived in a mobile castle called "Jessica Trustdoper".
And fine castle it was too, full of architectural
wonders. A pair of dome shaped pyramids with
cute, pinkish balls attached to their cones
dominated the upper levels of its topography.
The lower part of the machinery was mainly
occupied by ingenious walking sticks. Preciously
long they were too.
Qg5
~~~~~
Precious 12 ~~~~~
f4
"Then
there was this 'mind' business - how un-utilised
and misused it was. He said he couldn't
believe how stupid humans really were.
He said it was absolutely crazy: it was mind
which powered them with intelligence but they
just didn't have courage to use this intelligence
in order to use and interact with their own
mind. 'Mind was sacred object
for them' he said. 'I am he' he said.
Yes, I could not believe it: humans thought
they are their mind and therefore never dared
to facilitate this most wonderful preciously
tool, it was like if they turned to their
minds and trained them and made them faithful
slaves then they would be making themselves
slaves, yes, that's how stupid they were,
full of such silly superstitions like that,
and I could never understand why they have
chosen the brain as their object of worship,
not their hand or perhaps those "private parts"
as they call them, I mean they could think
that they were their left arm for example
and never use it and watch it closely and
follow its very vague and rather incomprehensive
instructions and hey, they could think that
they were somebody else for example and always
blame them or they could think they were a
flower vase in the bedroom and have easy and
full of occasional excitement life, I mean,
why imprison oneself inside one's own body-part
instead of imprisoning oneself in some paradise
or other? Gosh! No wonder their death rate
was 100%"
Qxg2
~~~~~
Precious 13 ~~~~~
Nh3
They
were Trinity, those three. Whole, for they
embraced all the wholeness there was In-Between
them. Holy because holiness was nothing
but a complete wholeness.
They were kind of a family, although they
were not related, married or conceived.
They were united in their preciously faithful
service to their Master, their Creator.
He thought we was them but they knew they
were Him. They all had good intentions
but their means and goals were far from compatible.
Only Love seemed to soothe them all: giving
the Master promise of boundless terrains and
infinitive overtures of emotions, filling
Lady with pride and joy and offering the Baby
the cuddly and warm security.
Qxh1+
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