07-21-2017, 03:58 PM
"You kids get up to the damndest things."
Arturo is looking at William while Margot scolds the young boy, a frank sort of scrutiny that no doubt suggests this 'Keeper' is something of notice in Mr. Nihm's eyes. That phrase seems to be the only thing he opts to offer on the matter however, as the world around them continues to spin in it's predictable manner. The traffic lights have changed a grand total of nine times since they arrived. Pedestrians have crossed and re-crossed and criss-crossed in the dozens, if not hundreds by now knowing this time of day.
"A fly buzzes around a horse. Imagines that horse to be forever because it and all the other flies it knows will never be able to determine that the horse's life will eclipse many thousands of iterations of their entire species' lifespans. The horse in turn will consider the redwood with it's hundreds of years, likewise an immortal and unfathomable entity. The redwood in turn..." Arturo's hand spins in the air, a rotational 'blah blah blah' for the both of them, while his gaze travels out into the traffic and press of the city.
"We are born to physical bodies on this side of the Gauntlet. That does not necessarily make that birth natural. Perhaps it is a symptom of a sickness. From the birth we suffer through, the life we grow around and even the death places we revere that are only in fact pit stops until something out there figures out what to do with us. Perhaps we-" And he throws a hand out at the collective that is the humanity. Those that walk all around them and these three who seem to only be pretending "-are a by-product of something that has been occurring for so long that we falsely accuse of it having 'always existed'. " He stares at Margot just then, features even. A challenge there. A question about her certainty.
"Perhaps your birth and the resultant magic you grew into, is an antibiotic answer to an unwell existence." Arturo breathes. Makes an effort to breathe deeply at that. Then reaches into his candy satchel for another black jewel.
"William. If you could ask a question and receive an honest and open answer of any being, do you genuinely think you would deserve the answer you received?"
"Margot. If I told you Gods and Goddesses were real and that you could talk to them as easily as you and I are speaking, do you believe they would be willing to speak with you as you currently are?"
Arturo is looking at William while Margot scolds the young boy, a frank sort of scrutiny that no doubt suggests this 'Keeper' is something of notice in Mr. Nihm's eyes. That phrase seems to be the only thing he opts to offer on the matter however, as the world around them continues to spin in it's predictable manner. The traffic lights have changed a grand total of nine times since they arrived. Pedestrians have crossed and re-crossed and criss-crossed in the dozens, if not hundreds by now knowing this time of day.
"A fly buzzes around a horse. Imagines that horse to be forever because it and all the other flies it knows will never be able to determine that the horse's life will eclipse many thousands of iterations of their entire species' lifespans. The horse in turn will consider the redwood with it's hundreds of years, likewise an immortal and unfathomable entity. The redwood in turn..." Arturo's hand spins in the air, a rotational 'blah blah blah' for the both of them, while his gaze travels out into the traffic and press of the city.
"We are born to physical bodies on this side of the Gauntlet. That does not necessarily make that birth natural. Perhaps it is a symptom of a sickness. From the birth we suffer through, the life we grow around and even the death places we revere that are only in fact pit stops until something out there figures out what to do with us. Perhaps we-" And he throws a hand out at the collective that is the humanity. Those that walk all around them and these three who seem to only be pretending "-are a by-product of something that has been occurring for so long that we falsely accuse of it having 'always existed'. " He stares at Margot just then, features even. A challenge there. A question about her certainty.
"Perhaps your birth and the resultant magic you grew into, is an antibiotic answer to an unwell existence." Arturo breathes. Makes an effort to breathe deeply at that. Then reaches into his candy satchel for another black jewel.
"William. If you could ask a question and receive an honest and open answer of any being, do you genuinely think you would deserve the answer you received?"
"Margot. If I told you Gods and Goddesses were real and that you could talk to them as easily as you and I are speaking, do you believe they would be willing to speak with you as you currently are?"