Once Upon a Time in a Timeless State of Mind…  Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of Earth, was the captain of an empty pirate ship. By a python lassoed around the Sun, Apollo swings in the sky – lets go of the snake – and performs a flip to stick the landing onto Captain Jack’s ship.

Jack: You are a gymnast, Apollo?

Apollo: I am an artist, and the God of that business. Suppose there is anything that cannot be manifested into an art, Jack?

Jack: I suppose that you are correct in your stance, Apollo.

Apollo: Why, even the rays of the sun perform dance, Jack, and I am the Sun God of the World. When one manifests harmony in one’s life, thy blessing was gifted by I at the start. For all of the people that are filled with the Light and the Way, it is my gleaming rays that are beamed inside of you. Truth Sayers & Prophets, come unto me, and share me around! I am the dancing sun and I am the twinkling stars, I am the spirit in the music and I am the spark of the ideas of a man’s poem. I am the oracle God and the oracle’s God; I am the archer God, and all of the archers, save Artemis, pray unto thee. I am the Knowledge and I am the knowledge of the healer, and the healer’s helping hand. I am the Truth, save nothing else, and Art is consumed inside of all that I have stated.

Jack: I suppose that you are correct, again, in your stance, Apollo.

Apollo: Truth.

Jack: Apollo.

Apollo: I AM.

APOLLO.

Apollo: With my keen eye, I espy that you have conquered Poseidon’s seas. Am I correct in that stance, Jack?

Jack: You are correct, again, in your stance, Apollo.

Apollo: How about the wind?

Jack: The breeze?

Apollo: The air.

Jack: How does one conquer the air with no wings, Apollo?

Apollo: How does one attain wings to conquer the air, Jack?

Jack: Does a bird enjoy music?

Apollo: Does a soul run from it?

Jack: On the contrary.

Apollo: And a bird has a soul?

Jack: Indeed, a bird has a soul.

From the deep blue sea, an old tortoise named Triumph paddles his way to the surface nigh Captain Jack’s ship.

Jack: Wise old tortoise that is down below, would you kindly state your name?

Triumph: Captain, my name is Triumph, and I paddle to the surface to breathe-in my last breath of a fulfilled and liberating life. For I have lived long enough both in years and in achievements, and so I swim to the top layer of Poseidon’s sea to spy out the radiant sun before I cross over to its lucent light.

Jack: Triumph, Good Sir, for I do not know you all too well, but I do in fact feel the lucent light that is shone on you. For when you are gone, I wonder if you would prefer to remain useful in this world that you are lovingly leaving behind.

Triumph: I would prefer it, Captain.

Jack: You are quite a quiet kind of creature, Triumph. I wonder if I can make you sing.

Triumph: My voice is too raspy to sing, Captain, and so my breath was not made to correspond with musical melody within this life – oh well, maybe on the next go around… Oh look… Here comes the loving light now…

Triumph croaks. Jack dives into the sea, slips Triumph’s turtle shell off, grabs a handful of seaweed, and takes the 2 items back to his ship. He then strings a few strands of seaweed to Triumph’s turtle shell and creates a lyre.

Jack: Look it here, Apollo. There is a red-eyed raven that is painted onto the inside of Triumph’s turtle shell.

Apollo: Can you make Triumph sing?

Captain Jack strums the lyre and produces a harmony that only the heavens in space can recreate. He continues to strum and pluck and play the instrument, and a shadow fills the sky – 7,777 red-eyed ravens soar above head.

Apollo: How is your aim, Captain Jack?

Jack: What kind of aim are you speaking of, Apollo?

Apollo takes his bow off of his back, slides a golden arrow out of his quiver, and hands it to Jack.

Jack: For you, Apollo, I will sacrifice just 1.

Apollo: Just 1.

Jack takes aim, pulls back the arrow, and releases. He hits 1 red-eyed raven, and all 7,777 of them fall.

Jack: Plague.

Apollo: I am the God of it.

Jack: Plague? You mean to tell me that you, Apollo, the beloved, the God of light and of truth and of art and of music are, as well, the God of plague? You are an evil God, Apollo?

Apollo: Evil? Nay, Jack. Perhaps I can be a terrible God, but nay ever evil. Negative misdeeds and mindlessness plague the fates of men.

Jack: You are the debt collector.

Apollo: And I am the Giver.

Jack dives into Poseidon’s sea, removes the bones from the birds, gathers their many feathers and takes the 2 bundles back to his ship. He screws bone onto bone onto bone, pins the feathers down, and builds a pair of raven wings that span great lengths lengthier than the lengthy sails of the ship.

Jack: I need a motor.

Apollo: How strong?

Jack: Physicality is no matter, so long as the heart is willing and the mind is disciplined.

A black bat flutters out of Apollo’s quiver.

Jack: You are my motor.

Jack takes the black bat and places her on the stem of his pumpkin head; he then takes the wing-invention and climbs the pole of the sail to its peak. With the roots of his feet, Jack stands on the top of the pole.

Jack: Your heart is willing and your mind is disciplined, black bat?

The black bat squeaks and braces and stretches her wingspan, and Jack takes the giant red-eyed raven wing-invention and places it atop of the black bat’s back, that is atop of Jack’s pumpkin head.

Jack: You are my motor.

The black bat begins to flap, and the giant wings follow suit – and the ship conquers air.

Apollo: Suppose there is anything that cannot be manifested into an art, Jack?

Jack: I suppose that you are correct in your stance, Apollo.

From the painted raven inside of the turtle shell, Apollo removes the red-eye, which is in fact a Red Ruby. He tosses it to Jack, who snags it and wedges it into his own left eye.

Apollo: You know, I never did state that I needed the ship to fly, Jack.

Jack: Physicality is no matter, Apollo, so long as the heart is willing and the mind is disciplined.

Apollo: You are correct in your stance, Jack.

Apollo plays the lyre.

Jack: Triumph sings.

APOLLO.

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