11-18-2016, 07:07 PM
"We're asking you, Dear. Not others."
If Arturo is aware of how that word might grate on Margot's ears (or many women for that matter in this day and age) he doesn't let on or accentuate it any as a form of obvious protest to 'modernizing'. It genuinely drops with that vague elitist tendency assigned to the elderly to make up for their flagging youth and failing physicality. In short, he is genuine enough in his pompousness for it, in addition to his overly yellow rain gear and drooping moustache, to suggest he's digging at her for her age rather than any other more sinister quality.
It still sounds like a verbal pat on the head.
"The both of you have provided text book answers which...is fine, I suppose." Arturo's hand flies up into the air, scattering their words like so much effort put onto the pile of other first year students before them. Revelations in the obvious, perhaps. "But until you see, hear and feel any of this in action, until you have the experience to know how fucked up and where fucked up happens, you'll more than likely only treat the path ahead of you, basic cosmic presence or not, from a Telescopic point of view."
Arturo finally leans forward, clapping a couple of times for their undivided attention, regarding each with those oddly anvil slate eyes.
"I want you to imagine something for me, because if nothing else, you two are imaginative. Imagine the essence of reality, in each of it's distinctions and presence and unmistakable self, were not just Conscious but Active. With agendas, goals, purposes, psychologies, dimensions and issues all their own. Not difficult to do, considering Reality has allowed people like you and I to exist in the first place, against all calculable odds. Now imagine what these 'entities' might think or feel or reason from beyond the Mortal perspective. Creation as applied not as an equation but as a Self. Decay not as a concept or a nebula, but a Mind with intent and bias and decision."
He pauses, glancing between the two, hands rising to wave fiddling fingers at each.
"Now answer the questions again, with that in mind."
If Arturo is aware of how that word might grate on Margot's ears (or many women for that matter in this day and age) he doesn't let on or accentuate it any as a form of obvious protest to 'modernizing'. It genuinely drops with that vague elitist tendency assigned to the elderly to make up for their flagging youth and failing physicality. In short, he is genuine enough in his pompousness for it, in addition to his overly yellow rain gear and drooping moustache, to suggest he's digging at her for her age rather than any other more sinister quality.
It still sounds like a verbal pat on the head.
"The both of you have provided text book answers which...is fine, I suppose." Arturo's hand flies up into the air, scattering their words like so much effort put onto the pile of other first year students before them. Revelations in the obvious, perhaps. "But until you see, hear and feel any of this in action, until you have the experience to know how fucked up and where fucked up happens, you'll more than likely only treat the path ahead of you, basic cosmic presence or not, from a Telescopic point of view."
Arturo finally leans forward, clapping a couple of times for their undivided attention, regarding each with those oddly anvil slate eyes.
"I want you to imagine something for me, because if nothing else, you two are imaginative. Imagine the essence of reality, in each of it's distinctions and presence and unmistakable self, were not just Conscious but Active. With agendas, goals, purposes, psychologies, dimensions and issues all their own. Not difficult to do, considering Reality has allowed people like you and I to exist in the first place, against all calculable odds. Now imagine what these 'entities' might think or feel or reason from beyond the Mortal perspective. Creation as applied not as an equation but as a Self. Decay not as a concept or a nebula, but a Mind with intent and bias and decision."
He pauses, glancing between the two, hands rising to wave fiddling fingers at each.
"Now answer the questions again, with that in mind."