Hmm yes I certainly do. Of course I do.
I imagine it was a
An emotional time, an emotional day, yes. Just the decision to do so, you see, was difficult on all of us. She hadn't even gone yet, hadn't even been informed, still behind bars, quite lidderly.
At the hangar?
Yes, Friends Hangar, yes. They call it Friends Hangar now.
What was it then, sir?
It was a charnel house. A place of desmadre and of horror. A moonlit cavern many times larger than our greatest stone cathedral completely coated, hanging with gristle, bone chips, shredded scout uniforms, backpacks.
She'd been getting out on her own from time to time then?
No, well, there was no need. The flekes came to her, didn't they?
That was, is, in their custom, their reason to live and multiply.
To be food for the mouths of LaMthyuh, yes, of course.
So you knew, all of you, that once free, released from this cathedral of charnel, there would be others, not flekes, civilians, Jans, for example, who would be hurt, who
Who would die, yes, of course that is the bargain.
And what is it that you got in return.
I got a lifetime of penance and giving, mostly on the road, being a white light for the pilgrims, a cart to follow on up the hill to the holy place.
You speak of the diving board.
Of course, yes, it's my—it's Mthyuh's Diving Board, and it is at the climax of our holy trail of dirt and the logical culmination and the spiritual reboot of our journey our journey together.
Your message is one of reincarnation.
That's a very funny word that I would never use in the context of my circuit, reincarnation, ha! I wish I could magically get fresh meat to go around in on a regular basis but that is sadly the whole point of my existence that no matter the punishment and devastation to my body, I still rise back up through the soils to our surface without missing a beat. It's really all too routine to Shab and me now. We'd actually like more of a break now and then. We love our stops along the road to drink from the dung-spiked waters and pick marigolds and chrysanthemums for my bed and as gifts for devotees and the poor, who are known to eat them directly off the stems or burn them in funerary rites and charnel houses.
It's a message of healing then, not a do over.
Sure, it's both, and don't forget putrefaction
The stages of putrefaction
Yes, the stages of putrefaction perfectly mirror the stages of enlightenment in the charts and tables as they are handed down by the MPS.
And the translation of these tables and charts is inerrant.
I guess you could say that. The tables and charts are not translated, so ya, they are what the ladies, you know, La Pegyuh-uh, LaChama. the more articulate one, what they say. It's just that they say it with their minds only, and the MPS has to write it down, but they speak the language of the mouths of Mthyuh so I'd call it seamless, yes. You know, nobody asks how Shab gets to be immortal. We get it that the Dog Spirit is in every dog and that any dog can be loved and will respond to love and in a way teach and be an avatar of love, and when they die, they spring up again, and they are the same Dog Spirit. This is easy to spot in other species, but less so in our own, even though it is equally true.
Each one of us has
Yes, Dog Spirit, correct, each one of us has that, is that. Flipping a couple of switches in a DNA strand won't change that blessed truth.
But it could change other aspects of an animal, say an extinct one, right?
You refer to the manner in which we were able to retrieve
The beasts, yes, the K bitches.
They, too, were always with us. They only needed flesh to show and assert themselves again in a less abstract manner.
Whereas once they were a metaphor
Right, that's it, no more figurative language to describe the essence of our religious moral social legal coding. Now all of that is
Flesh.
Flesh, yes.
Yes, flesh.
Your majesty, your beauteous grace, sir Ilyn, I cannot
Stop it. Thank you. It was a pleasant and welcome break from my duties, to which I will now return somewhat refreshed.
Phyliss [trans.]
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