The Mediator – Continium
October 26, 2007 § 2 Comments
Read the intro here .
The Mediator was a quirky person. He knew a lot, yet gave away little. He spoke little, but made a lot of (non)sense. He smiled a lot, for some reason. He would sit at one place & reflect on things, able to focus even with his whole group jabbering away. He would be silent for long, staring at empty spaces (sometimes full), as if trying to decipher the meaning of life. Maybe he knew about that too. As it were, his answers were cryptic, which took deciphering. The contained hidden messages.Here’s a short litany of questions and his answers (none of which are mine I add; I am as clean as compiler optimised code 😛 )So here goes (with my decipherings)
Asker(A) : O Mediator, I think I like her.
Mediator(M) : Life is to like. To not like is to waste life.(So what do I do?)
Asker(A) : O Mediator, does she like me?
Mediator(M) : Yes & no. Its actually how you look at it. Perspective matters. Life without perspective is like, well, life without perspective!!(Its actually how she looks at it dumbass; why don’t you go and ask her?)
A : O mighty mediator, what is Love?
M : Love is hell, Love is Heaven. It is the tormentor yet it is the reliever. Love is pure yet purity is not love. Love is complicated, yet simple. Much like a quadratic equation with simple roots.(I don’t have a clue!)
A : O marvellous mediator, should I?
M : The question you should ask yourself is should you not? Your wisdom amazes even me (to the point of swearing!! Complete the question, nincompoop!)
A : O Mediator, should I propose to her?
M : What is not revealed is lost forever. What you don’t give out, stays with you forever. Do not what your heart wants you to do, do that what you want your heart to do.(In short, yes do go on, what other entertainment do I have?)
A : O malevolent mediator, she said no to me!!
M : (searches in dictionary) why you!! you give me a bad name! Yet I shall answer you, for I am kind. Do not cry, for you have lost nothing, except your dignity and honour and maybe your sanity. Yet you show courage and traces of madness in trying to pursue her. Accept the verdict, give up. (Yeah I knew she would say no…I knew)
A : (with moist eyes) O Mediator, mediate for me!
M : What you ask of me is a difficult task, yet I shall carry it out. For I am bound by the mediators code of honour. I shall mediate. ( A delicate proposition, but it shall happen)
A : (Drunk) O wighty Wediator, how should I propose?
M : (Equally Drunk) Purrpose? Yeh. It is important to purrpossh. For without purrposshal there is no dishpossal (hic). Do that what your heart tellsh you to do. But heed my whords!! An arrow released does not come back! Well, if the whind ish blohwing towarrdsh you, it might come back, but that rarely happens, no? (A wise thought. The way, does not matter, unless the intentions are correct. Search yourself, guage your intentions, then do the deed. An arrow fired cannot be recalled. Wise indeed)
A : O Mediocre Mediator, what do girls want?
M : A mighty question, insulter of mine. One can only guess. It is suspect whether they know even. But a generalisation is in order. They like that which is platonic, they desire that matter which is grey, they need that which provides material, they crave that which mills around a boon and demand that which binds. (Deciphering this is hard, I do not know what the mediator says here)
That was just a sampling of the mediators’ answers to lifes perplexing queries. His relentless attack on the inanities of life is never ending. His answers are cryptic but they contain meaning that is layers deep.ξ Mithun Kotian