Personal Space- Return to the Garden by William David Hannah

Author:William David Hannah [Hannah, William David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-04T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Unimaginable

Days passed, or what seemed like days. The lighting mercifully lowered during a “sleep period” and raised again to wake them up. They even had a bright blue sky, with clouds, on the high vaulted ceiling. The noon-day sun was directly overhead making the room seem to be roofless. There was no way out that they could detect and feeling all over the walls accomplished nothing. At least the temperature was comfortable if they wrapped up in the fur blankets. Lacking laundry facilities they soon chose to wear nothing else.

“We’re troglodytes now,” Margaret would say. “We live in a roofless cave and wear furs. We eat nuts and berries and occasionally some protein when we find it. I’m glad we don’t have to hunt for it though. All the provisions seem to replenish themselves.”

Fortunately, there was also a ready supply of paper, pens, and pencils. They stayed busy recording and drawing. They no longer hoped for any lasting documentation since everything they had done before had been lost. If they were ever to have an opportunity to restore the Henson Garden, it would have to be based on memory, and on the book.

One “night” brought them more than a darkened room. The vaulted ceiling displayed a vast star field and some of the stars were streaking past.

“Wow! This is amazing!” cried Margaret.

“I wonder if this is a projection, or if this is real. Suppose we're in a space ship of some sort traveling faster than light speed.”

“So you’re saying, speculating actually, that we got drawn into our own personal spaceship.”

“Our own personal starship.”

“Going…where?”

Margaret spoke, “There was an artist who lived in the 19th century. He created wonderful, colorful paintings that were brilliant and passionate. His name was Vincent Van Gogh. One of his most vivid and memorable paintings was called Starry Night. I remember a quote. He said, ‘For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.’ Is that what we’re doing now, Joseph? Dreaming, as the stars go by?”

With this, the usually taciturn Joseph Jayden had become uncharacteristically reverent. He was almost whispering when he said, “We do know nothing…with certainty. But when we dream of the stars, we do have sight. We have vision. We have a meaning where there is none. The chanters had it wrong. There is a meaning to where we are. I suppose they sent us on our way to find that out.”

“We also found each other,” Margaret added.

“Yes, we did. Yes….”

His voice trailed and so did the stars above their heads. Their movement had become faster, more intense, brighter, bright electric streaks that seemed to surround all of their room. They felt…stretched…and larger. They were rubber bands pulled tight, or balloons that grew in size while becoming thinner but holding more. When the streaming would stop, they would be in a different place. A place, heretofore, unimaginable.

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