Friday, January 20, 2006
The Devil sitting in the corner smiles benignly at the Prince. On the bench in the park Amsterdam, verdant cover shading the precocious little one. The Prince nodded in acknowledgement. Both royalty in their little world and both peers from parallels.
The Prince offers the Devil an Ice-cream.
So they both ate in a moment of tranquility.
And along came the scholar, receiving a scornful glare from the unusual couple.What was one to do in that plight? One simple melts away into a far end of the park. There where the actor was rehearsing.
The hero was off saving some folks at the entrance of the park, and the warriros was off bashing some trolls.
The policeman was off patrolling the paved walkways, doing his best to locate the Inspector.
Up in the trees hid a Ninja, feeling sore that the Samurai had a better katana than he. The Samurai he simply sat under the shade, meditating in a zen state of mind.
A cosy little park with a hundred different characters. In conflcit, in competition. To express teir right to a word. A cast of different characters, but all are one. One together, but still one that is incomplete.
Adn then the Leader speaks. He asks the Devil to take the stage.
Gavin
pondered @ 23:31
