07-21-2016, 04:19 PM
There was a strange moment of validation, a spark, a reminder and an element of that Truth that he sought. Arturo may not be one of those famed archmages hidden away (he may be, William didn't know) but he knew something very fundamental. He knew some things that were true in ways someone who was existing in an unenlightened world might not necessarily be.
Ritual, the old man says with the sharpness that comes from knowing, is a form of communication.
William's attention doesn't waver. Goes through the basics discussed and his pingpong ball attention doesn't seem to flitter because this had enough layers to occupy him in whatever fashion it required. All the baubles and bits of sensory input could not compete with the reality and facts presented here. Something about the other man's gaze causes William's stomach muscles to tense, to think back and wonder perhaps if he had been caught in his lie from earlier. Instead, he chooses honesty to respond.
He pays attention to Margot, adds for a second with a half smile-half-validated-grin, "thank you." Said as though he's had to have this conversation multiple times and has to explain multiple ways that his view works. But not satisfied (not complacent enough to be satisfied [move, move, go forward, reach for more than what you are, be more])
He addresses, then, the rest of the statement.
"Much of modern Western ritual practice, mundane or spiritual, is based around the idea of dominion and not respect. I believe that this has contributed to the disconnect between ourselves and things larger than ourselves.
"Frankly, sir, it's shit. We've lost too much of ourselves if we can't realize how to communicate and not dictate. So, no sir, neither myself nor my second are here with the intention of being stupid about what we're doing.
"Whether we do something stupid along the way is entirely possible, but this isn't an endeavor born from the desire for glory."
Ritual, the old man says with the sharpness that comes from knowing, is a form of communication.
William's attention doesn't waver. Goes through the basics discussed and his pingpong ball attention doesn't seem to flitter because this had enough layers to occupy him in whatever fashion it required. All the baubles and bits of sensory input could not compete with the reality and facts presented here. Something about the other man's gaze causes William's stomach muscles to tense, to think back and wonder perhaps if he had been caught in his lie from earlier. Instead, he chooses honesty to respond.
He pays attention to Margot, adds for a second with a half smile-half-validated-grin, "thank you." Said as though he's had to have this conversation multiple times and has to explain multiple ways that his view works. But not satisfied (not complacent enough to be satisfied [move, move, go forward, reach for more than what you are, be more])
He addresses, then, the rest of the statement.
"Much of modern Western ritual practice, mundane or spiritual, is based around the idea of dominion and not respect. I believe that this has contributed to the disconnect between ourselves and things larger than ourselves.
"Frankly, sir, it's shit. We've lost too much of ourselves if we can't realize how to communicate and not dictate. So, no sir, neither myself nor my second are here with the intention of being stupid about what we're doing.
"Whether we do something stupid along the way is entirely possible, but this isn't an endeavor born from the desire for glory."