An Alternate Slice of Reality
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In an Alternate Slice of Reality
Poirot Considers the Great Mystery
Part I
Monet11 begins to weave.
S Poirot has been thinking. He went for a small vacation, to rest his little grey cells, in Henford on Bagley. It's been difficult for him, however, to let his little grey cells rest. Thinking is the manner of his being, and he cannot help but think. Sadly, there is no newspaper in Henford, and the television, though with good reception, seems to display a certain sameness all of the time. Poirot has turned to the interweb to entertain his little grey cells. He takes Hastings for long walks to discuss what he is finding there.
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Spoiler
"There is a curious thing occurring," mused S Poirot to Hastings. "It is unfolding as a story. And it begins, I think, with a Gothic Romance writer named Tallulah La Rue, and a couple who tango on Sundays."
Hastings knew better than to interrupt his great friend's musings and was content to say nothing in return and simply watch for squirrels.
This idea, thought S Poirot, of entanglement flowing freely throughout Slices of Reality, connecting all of its inhabitants, was an interesting one. Tallulah had many interesting ideas. Her assertion that quantum physics and passionate expression combined together to form the building blocks of life was radical, and unfortunately not well received in the world of academia, where self-proclaimed experts had no time for the ideas of youth and truth. In her opinion, the birthing of life was a result of the completed expression of love. That is to say life begins when love is expressed. And until love is expressed, one is simply not alive. And this love, Tallulah believed, permeated everything. It was an energy that entangled everyone and everything. The result of this, was that everything was intrinsically connected, and everything that happened had an effect upon everything else.
And so, this is what we have, thought S Poirot. Firstly, the introduction to Tallulah. We are not told so much about her, not even her name. No, we are told only this: She is someone who wears yellow in this slice of reality. This action is so shocking as to be the beginning of the story, although we do not yet realize it is the beginning. Why is this shocking? Because it is not expected, mon ami. Tallulah is, in other realities, a wearer of not yellow things.
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We see here, in this reality, that Tallulah has a part of her that is unexpected. It is not what we expected. It is not even what she expected, as we are told that she is shocked to even have found the slightest bit of yellow in any of her wardrobe. And yet here we are, confronted by the fact that in this reality, she is fashionably in yellow. What is this representative of then? What aspect of Tallulah is hidden from everyone at this point of the story? I suggest it is joy. The brightest of emotion. The yellow that is connected to the passionate embrace of all creation and subsequently to life itself. In this reality, at this point of the story, Tallulah is the expressive connection to joy; A representation of the joy of living. Also at this point of the story, which I remind you, Hastings, is the beginning, this appears to be hidden from Tallulah, or perhaps is a thing not yet realized. Because youth, though vigorous, is also not so aware of the deepness it carries inside.
Next, we are introduced to two people who tango.
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Two individuals that are so overwhelmed with passion that they cannot even speak of it. This is the beginning of a relationship, yes, Hastings. But it is also the end of a relationship. This is the passion, the physical expression of new love. The yearning, the desire, the need for no words. But it is also the end of a relationship because there is no lasting communion, no attempt at communication. There is, in truth, the desperate need for words. There is a disconnect after the physical expression of love. And subsequently, there is sorrow. There is the hope that the next time the physical connection is made, on the following Sunday, the physical will be enough. We see it is not. Over and over. There is only a physical expression and not any communion or communication. This is the physical expression of passionate love without the joy of communion or the joy of intimacy. Satisfying for but a moment, while waiting for the true revelation yet to come.
Hastings knew better than to interrupt his great friend's musings and was content to say nothing in return and simply watch for squirrels.
This idea, thought S Poirot, of entanglement flowing freely throughout Slices of Reality, connecting all of its inhabitants, was an interesting one. Tallulah had many interesting ideas. Her assertion that quantum physics and passionate expression combined together to form the building blocks of life was radical, and unfortunately not well received in the world of academia, where self-proclaimed experts had no time for the ideas of youth and truth. In her opinion, the birthing of life was a result of the completed expression of love. That is to say life begins when love is expressed. And until love is expressed, one is simply not alive. And this love, Tallulah believed, permeated everything. It was an energy that entangled everyone and everything. The result of this, was that everything was intrinsically connected, and everything that happened had an effect upon everything else.
And so, this is what we have, thought S Poirot. Firstly, the introduction to Tallulah. We are not told so much about her, not even her name. No, we are told only this: She is someone who wears yellow in this slice of reality. This action is so shocking as to be the beginning of the story, although we do not yet realize it is the beginning. Why is this shocking? Because it is not expected, mon ami. Tallulah is, in other realities, a wearer of not yellow things.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52999128665_e4be59820f_c.jpg
We see here, in this reality, that Tallulah has a part of her that is unexpected. It is not what we expected. It is not even what she expected, as we are told that she is shocked to even have found the slightest bit of yellow in any of her wardrobe. And yet here we are, confronted by the fact that in this reality, she is fashionably in yellow. What is this representative of then? What aspect of Tallulah is hidden from everyone at this point of the story? I suggest it is joy. The brightest of emotion. The yellow that is connected to the passionate embrace of all creation and subsequently to life itself. In this reality, at this point of the story, Tallulah is the expressive connection to joy; A representation of the joy of living. Also at this point of the story, which I remind you, Hastings, is the beginning, this appears to be hidden from Tallulah, or perhaps is a thing not yet realized. Because youth, though vigorous, is also not so aware of the deepness it carries inside.
Next, we are introduced to two people who tango.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53015455730_f3143000f7_c.jpg
Two individuals that are so overwhelmed with passion that they cannot even speak of it. This is the beginning of a relationship, yes, Hastings. But it is also the end of a relationship. This is the passion, the physical expression of new love. The yearning, the desire, the need for no words. But it is also the end of a relationship because there is no lasting communion, no attempt at communication. There is, in truth, the desperate need for words. There is a disconnect after the physical expression of love. And subsequently, there is sorrow. There is the hope that the next time the physical connection is made, on the following Sunday, the physical will be enough. We see it is not. Over and over. There is only a physical expression and not any communion or communication. This is the physical expression of passionate love without the joy of communion or the joy of intimacy. Satisfying for but a moment, while waiting for the true revelation yet to come.
It was at this time that Hastings barked. All this musing was very good, but a dog does need to be fed after a while.
