New Perspective: The Historian

Hope is merely a positive expectation of what may occur. For the vast majority of the population this hope remained in the Tri-Verse. Yes, the Tri-Verse meant that there were a few that were isolated and it meant that some had to be ostracized but overall it meant that the human race was capable of amazing things.

This hope floundered when Asa’s Projection was introduced. Labeled a Virus by the Church and The Miracle by the doubters it began the process of Resolution. Having a Resolution between the Disconnected, Excommunicated and Aborted members of that society and the Connected once seemed impossible. Why would these and the Connected even choose to be together? What would the slow pace of the Disconnected have to offer the Tri-Verse Connected Consciousness anyway? Why would the two have any need to be in communion? It not only seemed impossible but it seemed unnecessary. The two seemed destined to always be at odds.

The Projection meant that doubters felt free to think these things freely for the first time in hundreds of years. There were more doubts than the Church could handle- they simply did not know they existed before. They had no idea the breadth of these doubts. They had no idea how deep they ran through in their population. Like the tunnels that Asa was once lost in, they ran throughout their community and they ran deep. It opened the Church’s eyes. Where they were once blind they now had the opportunity to see. Freedom to doubt is a scary thing for Church whose control resides in the faithful. It was the freedom to doubt that would allow the church to relinquish control and in doing so grow in strength.

Freedom comes at such high costs. Lives can be lost, revolutions and wars can rage and many, in the process, may wander if the Church is even worth it all. Being Connected had become the birth rite for those in the Tri-Verse; what if it became a choice? Would its importance be squandered? Was there room for those Disconnected members in the Tri-Verse? Members saw these people as those that chose a life of poverty and ignorance. How did these even begin to fit into their community?

Members often forget that the Church isn’t theirs to begin with. The Projection was the spark for a cultural and religious revolution that would allow those to see a new perspective. Lives would be lost. A cold war would rage. Many many many members would wonder if their Connection was worth it at all. It would come to pass. And it would pass. All things pass. To understand how these things pass is the point of Historians. To understand why these things arrive at a certain place after passing is the point of these documents.

You may call me the Historian, most do. I am not a Historian. I am concerned with how we arrived at this place after the events passed. The Tri-Verse once thought being utopian only existed as long as those that did not fit the mold were not apart of the community. Today we know that the Quadrivium can only exit because we acknowledge without these communities we are less perfect, less whole and imcomplete.

The Beach

They were playing on the beach, taking in the sun. Asa looked down at his charge and saw her annoyance at having to be there at all. She was whiney and pushing boundaries and attempting to get her way. He knew that she loved him because he didn’t accept her whining, set clear boundaries and only let her get her own way when she had earned it.

“Uncle Asa, you know how I hate to go this slow. It’s infuriorating after being Connected. I do not know how you can stand it.. at least we could drive instead of walk?” She hated walking anywhere. He chuckled softly, “It is important Tamar, to take things slowly. It is important to understand how to move with clarity.”

She rolled her adoloscent eyes in his direction while his back was turned to look over the lake. “I see that Tamar” he said.

She giggled, “How do you do that Uncle Asa?” And she took his hand and pulled him down the beach at a faster pace. Laughing she asked, “Do you think the World will continue to get faster? Can it go any faster than it already does? Or will it get slower again like it did in the ancient times?”

Such was Tamar, ever inquisitiveness she had some of the strangest questions he’d ever heard. She often spoke with an old soul beyond her years. “Where does a question like that even come from Tamar?” he asked her gently as he slowed down the pace of their walk again.

Tamar shrugged. “I suppose it comes from the lessons in class today. They told us about the Disconnected, they told us they do everything the slow way. They told us that they are the last remaining strands of humanity that resist the truth. They told us that these people are poor, slow and uneducated because they choose to be. But why would anyone choose to be poor? Why would one want to be slow? It does not make any sense Uncle.”

Asa paused at the question. They stood, not walking, along the shores and he looked over at his beloved niece. He put his finger under her chin and brought her eyes to meet his. He searched them, he looked for their mercy, he looked for their understanding. She had all the right questions but he was not sure that she could bear the answers. Finally, when he could tell she was getting restless, he began to walk again. She watched him for a few steps and then jogged to catch up with him. She was used to long silences and strange gazes but she persisted anyway.

“Do you not know the answers to my questions Uncle Asa?”

He kept walking and stayed in his thoughts for a bit longer and finally he said, “I believe that you already know the answers or you would not have asked the question my dear niece.”

She stopped walking and watched him go ahead of her. “Asa” she said, dropping the formality as a way of getting his attention. “Will you always speak to me in riddles?”

“My dear” he said, “we have places to be. Let us hurry.”