Part 1 The old man who knew everything.

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  • Saturn, stern old Saturn, even as a child, was never seduced nor by the Moon nor by the Sun. As he watched the phenomenological world the only spark that remotely caressed his curiosity was suffering. That became his subject of ‘research’ in the divine theatre.\
  • Veena on the other hand was Venus made flesh, beautiful, youthful, a living spark, a wild sexuality, a deep connection with the living, an inexhaustible well of joy that she poured into the universe abundantly. She was a star and a flower, a saint and a sinner, she was the infinitude of ‘possibility’ condensed into a moment, a flash, a memory that powerfully and permanently scars the tissue of existence in order for something new to flourish. Although she was joy embodied, suffering played an important role in her life.
  • Pan, was the one seduced by Veena’s beauty, the youthful male. The canvas where Veena was muse and Goddess, everything that emanated from Pan’s core being was for her, for her amusement, for her bewilderment, at the service of her expansion which allowed beauty to flourish and ugliness to wither.

The story starts with Veena’s father forcefully marrying her to Saturn who in order to etch his presence into the collective subconscious’s ethos found it necessary to marry that abominable “seductress” and to subjugate her to his will.

To be continued…

Part 2 — The boy who knew too little.

Pan was sitting at the edge of the forest, looking at the village from afar, playing his flute. He was hanging in a branch lazily, his gaze wandering over the life the smoke took once it left each hut to come together with the others before rising to the clouds. It was as if each smoke-pack was born apart but was bound to find each other in the sky where it drifts, endlessly with the story of the wind. The same story that was now blowing through him as he played his flute. It was the part of the day that he loved the most when he looked at the village-people who left their unique godlike status to become something else. To become just like the smoke, united and drifting towards unknown, uncharted territories. One could only imagine what lied behind the great ocean, from where clouds came, and even more bewildering to which land did it carry itself, and to what purpose. It was the triumvirate of oneness that manifested in a single question, that which is: “What is all this?“, What is all this, i.e: Where does it come from, what is it doing and where does it go?, uniting past, present and future into a single canopy, much like a dress, serving a single and queenly purpose, hiding or protecting that which lies underneath.
Pan watched with a glazed mind his beloved’s village. Veena. Veena. Veena. His loins, heart and mind was burning with each beat that her name aroused in him. Her name. She has a name. She is a name yet she cannot be contained by her name. She is the entire universe captured and veiled. He saw her gloriously. Her big playful eyes, her full lips, her rounded cheeks, the voluptuousness of her body, the smell of her hair, the power of her sex, the cutting edge of her mind, the immensity of her heart, the core of her being,…every single stroke that made her was absolute perfection. Pan melted just thinking about her. She was the supreme goddess. She was the reason he existed. “Fuck!” She was promised to another…

To be continued…

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