Revelations: Chapter Eight

Don’t you just love pointless but amusing coincidences?

I am finally back writing my blog and guess what – it’s chapter eight – the number’s the coincidence.  Some of you might say, it wasn’t that long ago to have forgotten, and for you, this may be true.  I misplace words and memories in my mind all the time.

Anyway, enough of that, and onto chapter eight.  It is basically about how Evylin saves GoD from freezing to death.  What I remember most about this chapter is the fun I had reading up on how to build an igloo and watched a few videos to see how the snow bricks were cut out of the snow. 

Also, this is one of the few chapters that gives a little insight into how Evylin feels. 

I know the idea of no one physically touching in the future is somewhat farfetched, but it has been done deliberately.  I have chosen to exaggerate this point before going into great lengths to explain how our contact will become legally controlled.  An example being future contracts required before sex.  One day they will be common (sold a long side cigarettes), and all under the umbrella of it being safer.   And it probably is – I’m only glad that my youth, and my search for love, was not restricted by laws and prearranged agreements, but I was allowed to grow and behave in a responsible and adult fashion.

One of the pleasant things about studying (apart from learning things you need) is learning things you don’t need.  Things I call trivia.  Marriage wasn’t always contracts and church blessings. (English literature studies) People chose to live together in front of one friend, and that was that basically – husband and wife.  No lawyers or contracts.  Hard to imagine today.

I wonder will people in two hundred years from now, find it difficult to understand how a man and a woman could have sex without a contract?

Moving on… (LOL a gerund to keep the essay flowing! – more grammar trivia)

One other thing that I remember writing about is Evylin’s surprise in waking up and not being able to distinguish between her Avatar and GoD’s.  I must admit this taken from a private memory, and one I hope a lot of people have – their own private version naturally.  This is the moment where two become one.  Where the other person is not a separate entity but part of you.  I have experienced this only once, (intensely, that is) and honestly, I count myself incredibly lucky to have done so.  It was a wonderful feeling – intensified probably by the fact that this will not happen again.

People move on. 

Maybe some of you, like myself, realize they are not people but just one person and question the validity of the whole moving on concept.  This is another subject questioned in the story of Creation.  The idea that moving on is the answer to making things better.  I am not sure that it is, always.  I do not want to forget my moment where ‘we’ became one.  I will miss it.  I will wish it again, but I will not move on from it, as if it needs to be put behind me.   The regrets I have in life are not from having lost such love but for having not been there, for those that I did, when I could have, should have, but foolishly chose not to.

Again I am drifting.

Chapter Eight also describes Evylin’s hair.  It is a very minor point but reflects her character.  ‘Her hair grew in all directions’.  A wild unkempt nature.  I also enjoy how she is surprised no one has ever mentioned this to her before. 

So, to close today’s blog – I will mention to comments in this chapter.  And of course to read about any lines that might amuse you.  The first can be found in the middle of the chapter, and is ‘It was not written for heroes, but for warriors.’  This is a bit like what real life is – not some virtual game.  And the second comment is right at the end of the chapter and is when Evylin goes outside – ‘storm or no storm, she needed to calm down’.  This comment is not so philosophical as the first but more like a painting – one that says so much.  

I do not confess to being a great writer by mentioning these two comments, I simply am blessed to have misplaced the memory of writing them, and so in turn, find joy in them when I read them again.

By edwardholden

I have been lots of things to many people. Some nice, and some... well not so nice. Now I am older and less worried about what people think of me. My past is colorful, sad and happy. Filled with lots of unique people. I have been blessed in this way. I have walked with people in all walks of life, and I have loved each journey, and each and everyone of them. Now, I write. It is a new road. It is not a highway or a crossroad. It leads me somewhere though, and as I have always spent my life travelling, this suits me fine.

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