The Spurring Platty
I am the wild blue yonder
- Joined
- Mar 10, 2011
- Messages
- 202
The Jhag gazed on the massive wood and stone contraption. It’s function lost to time, but still immaculately kept. Unfazed by the millenia it seemed almost new. Faint recollection of it’s construction and purpose just out of the reach of his mind.
“Ah, friend Mappo, I think we have travelled this road before.”
Yes, many times, but you can’t remember. Ever your curse, and mine.
“Yes, we have. A long long time ago. This one is similiar to the others.” Please don’t continue on this trail of thought. I can’t bear to hear this again.
“In fact, my hands could have built this. If only I could remember why.”
“Yes, it appears to be your work, based on your calculations, “ Mappo replied.
Please leave it at that. Don’t do this again.
“Mappo, you look so sad. If only I could ease this burden of yours. Wait, I know…”
Not the question, please, not that. How long must I endure this?
“..All this stone, all this wood. In the middle of this valley. There are no trees, no quarry. How could I have built this, here, Mappo, here of all places? How did those materials get here?
And so it always comes to this…“I don’t know, how did they get here?”
“Isn’t it obvious my friend? I carry ‘em.”
“Ah, friend Mappo, I think we have travelled this road before.”
Yes, many times, but you can’t remember. Ever your curse, and mine.
“Yes, we have. A long long time ago. This one is similiar to the others.” Please don’t continue on this trail of thought. I can’t bear to hear this again.
“In fact, my hands could have built this. If only I could remember why.”
“Yes, it appears to be your work, based on your calculations, “ Mappo replied.
Please leave it at that. Don’t do this again.
“Mappo, you look so sad. If only I could ease this burden of yours. Wait, I know…”
Not the question, please, not that. How long must I endure this?
“..All this stone, all this wood. In the middle of this valley. There are no trees, no quarry. How could I have built this, here, Mappo, here of all places? How did those materials get here?
And so it always comes to this…“I don’t know, how did they get here?”
“Isn’t it obvious my friend? I carry ‘em.”
