“Is that so?” the old woman continues, “it seems that your destiny and mine are linked by some similar evil malediction that must be broken. By holding on to the Syck Monkey we’re able to call upon our own free will to act and help ourselves. His being bound and gagged allows us not to fear the unexpected. That way, nothing that we don’t want can or will happen to us. Besides, he broke his rope. Do you know how he did this?”
“He brings hope, he holds synchronicity in his heart, he must be freed,” the Captain says.
“Miracles are bad for any living creature; it takes away from free will. One must be free to change the course of one’s destiny.”
“Hope goes a long way to—“
“Silence! You, illiterate drunk thief! You know nothing of philosophy.”
“I resent that.”
“ANSWER ME NOW: HOW DID THE MONKEY BROKE HIS ROPE?” the old woman yells.
“Where are we?” the King asks.
“Huh? Oh. Yes. You’re on Webdom. I’m queen of spin and tension, Spinostress for short. I wasn’t always called that way. Memories are exceptionally short here. The trouble with this world is that it can’t remember its own history unless a link is weaved and this is where we come into play. You see, if there is a now, there must be a yesterday, but yesterday is closely related to today, today is almost tomorrow and with yesterday being made of tomorrow gone past, you understand the confusion that arises now, don’t you? There are too many ropes, too many threads weaved. Still, we keep the weaving incessant, because we have no choice, because we must connect with what was, what is and what will be, and that, in any order.”
To be continued…©