A shock, the axe cleaved both land and space apart creating a ripple. Its effect mute, it voyaged seeking form. Shores uncounted and islands unnamed were spared it's edge. After a while, maybe two, the ripple found man but continued nonetheless. Past wooden harbors it swerved, not yet daring a collision. Providence led it gently underneath great behemoths of steel and onwards to it's inevitable end. The bottom came, rose and pressured it to seek flight, driving it ever upwards.
Of History and Sex
- Funfact!
- No, not again. When will you stop, I married the man not the scholar. I will leave you!
The white sheets caressed her body, rippling across her slender hips only to stumble as they found her chest. No, not now I thought. I rolled over onto my back and made it my mission to inspect every inch of the ceiling. What I would find I could not tell, but somehow, in some unimaginable way it seemed important. My eye's search ongoing, my mind searched for the previous thought. It took a while before it came to me. I exclaimed.
- Oh yeah!
- What?
- You know, people never thought the earth was flat.
- I don't get it.
- My Funfact.
- Oh...
- Well, maybe they did at some point, but the very first civilizations knew better. The oldest known civilization, arguably, the Mesopotamians knew it, they were fond of both the heavens and math you see.
- Hmm...
Her fingers betrayed her boredom, now venturing all over me to find something. Sadly, I could not for the life of me imagine what. My mind too focused on my tirade. After a close inspection of my shoulders and chest they traveled downward. Seemingly content with my bellybutton, I continued.
- The Greeks followed in their wake, building on the knowledge amassed from the now conquered Persia. Studying the stars and planets, they mapped their positions, their paths and shapes. At some point they realized that the earth too had to be round. Well, they thought it was spherical, but that is kind of the same thing. Right? Archaeologist recently found a device they made that explained the part of the universe they could observe. From the orbits of Saturn to the changing of the seasons. I think it is called something like the Antikythera mechanism, but I'm not sure...
-Oh, great surveyor of the human intellect, why did people say the world was flat then?
Discouraged. Her hands retreated, clearly without finding what they were searching for.
- Well, somewhere between the Roman conquest and subsequent assimilation of Greece and the known world - Damn Empires!- and the arrival of modern science, they simply forgot or did not care.
- (Now Inspired) How could they do such a thing? I mean, one would think they would care about something that important.
- Hmm... They did not forget completely, the knowledge was not lost, simply ignored. Historians have found statements, scattered throughout the historic corpus, referring quite clearly to the planet as spherical or round. The belief that earth was flat is simply a modern myth, based amongst other things on the depiction of the Norse universe as three distinct and flat layers. Flat layers are recurring. The nine layers of hell with the earth on top being another example.
- Oh, that's strange. You think of history as a graph, stretching at first from some point in the past, the big bang maybe. Then beginning to ascend as humanity developed and prospered, going upwards and stretching towards some distant peak.
Her hands found me again, no longer seeking, but gifted with intent. She grabbed my cock and began stroking it. Gently at first, but faster and harder, the pace quickening. Not saying anything meanwhile, I resolved to conclude my funfact on an austere note.
- It is our desire, perhaps written in our genes and understanding of our world, to assume that we are on a path going upwards. Knowledge, amassing on the shoulders of each generation are built upon by the next. However, history has it's ups and down. The Jews for example, owner of the greatest civilization at the time – next to the Egyptians perhaps – were cast out.
-You know the Diaspora?
-Uhum...
Her interest solely focused on raising my now swollen member, I pressed my head deeper into the pillow, as if this would help me deliver my finale.
-Their cities were burned, their women raped, and their treasures stolen. Homeless, they spread to all of the world. Looked down upon for the killing Christ - remember most of the world was christian - they were forced to live in Ghettos and take the least respected professions. The 1500's and banking changed that, again they prospered and enjoyed wealth and to some extent status, but that light was soon clenched as Christians – people in general wanted a cut. Often blamed for plagues, disasters and witchcraft they soon returned to their slums. Did you know that the Norwegian constitution of 1814 stated that “Jews were not allowed to enter the Kingdom”? At the turn of the 19. century they prospered again, new thoughts and ideas had eliminated the seemingly groundless hatred towards them. Then of course came the second world war, we all know about that as well as...
A surging delight cut me off. Warmth spread from my head and down. My body lost all it's fervour and purpose and my thoughts found that blank space between daily life and realizing that the world still exists. Nirvana?
She stood up, and went into the adjoining bathroom. The storm of the pouring sink was drowned out by my delight. Her body, however, was not free from my gaze. A beauty. Her hair, full and dark, flowed like a river down onto her back. Where her hair ended, skin began. White, but with the dark taint summer had brought. She looked like a model, even though not posing but bent over the sink. Too pretty for myself I thought, and began pondering why she liked me at all.
-So, a labyrinth then?
-Wha...
-History. A Labyrinth, right? You think you are headed to the center, but it tricks you. Turning left here and right the next, casting you off course. What is that famous story called again? Something with M?
-Hmm, I... I don't know.
Enjoying the peace, my head tilted to the side of its own accord and my eyes wound up finding the window. It was night outside, the dark infrequently interrupted by car lights passing by. I had not the strength, nor the motive for straining my eyes to see better. All I could make out was the huge and solemn oak on the other side of the street. I spotted the contours of the house adjacent to it. The facade was all dark and blackness, even though I knew it was painted in a rather vivid yellow and green. I began hearing the water running from the sink as a shape clad in a black velvet cloak came into my line of view.
My body, relaxed only a moment ago, tightened. The sheets once so loose and full of warmth felt suffocating, tightening around me as if trying to strangle me. I found myself sweating. For some reason I was also cold. This rendered the maleficent bedding even more frustrating. The cloaked one approached, closing the gap between my door and it. A bit more. Nearer still. In the middle of the street now, only about fifteen paces from my front door and my bronze door bell. It stopped. My eyes strained, something was not right. The figure was all black, but I could make out the contours. He - or she? I could not make out the gender obviously - was enormous, no doubt close to 2,5m in height. Though larger still, and what really put me off was the shape of its head. It could not be a human head. First of all, it was all out of proportion even when accounting for the massive body. Secondly, Horns spiked out from the temples. The nose was too big, too big to be a nose. I named it a snout. The neck, thick as the oak, hinted at the muscles underneath that cloak.
Water was still running from the sink, our eyes met.
Vale!
