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marginnotesKek, the light bringer. Kek, the frog deity. Kek, the older man with smiling eyes.
He met the younger man in the dream, wearing a felt hat that covered his head in the brilliant light of noon, hardly perspiring in the desert sun, looking at the younger man as if he had just risen from a nap. He dressed like a common day laborer, gentle and standing back with shoulders slightly bent, as if he were too shy to look directly into the eyes of anyone he spoke to.
And yet he stood lean and wiry under his work shirt, with a body at least twenty years younger than his white hair and long sideburns. Bent like a frog with eyes on the top of his head. He could see everything around him without looking directly. He could, with only his tongue, lash out and grab opportunity, changing the course of things without moving the rest of his body. Like a frog, apparently inoffensive.
Without seeming to bound forward, he started towards the steppe, quickly leaving the younger man scrambling to keep up. He could see the desert would eventually give way to the steppe itself, and then even, over time, to forest again. But that would happen in the far future, and the younger man would no longer be here in this form. He needed to reach the windy grasslands straight away.
Kek would guide him on more than one level. The younger man would miss nothing, though much would remain accessible only to his unconscious, in his higher (and lower) selves, until he could open himself to those selves, and accept his own eternity.
That would not be today.
Kek would carry the light to the lightning flash. There he would let it go to illuminate the sky and the earth.
He met the younger man in the dream, wearing a felt hat that covered his head in the brilliant light of noon, hardly perspiring in the desert sun, looking at the younger man as if he had just risen from a nap. He dressed like a common day laborer, gentle and standing back with shoulders slightly bent, as if he were too shy to look directly into the eyes of anyone he spoke to.
And yet he stood lean and wiry under his work shirt, with a body at least twenty years younger than his white hair and long sideburns. Bent like a frog with eyes on the top of his head. He could see everything around him without looking directly. He could, with only his tongue, lash out and grab opportunity, changing the course of things without moving the rest of his body. Like a frog, apparently inoffensive.
Without seeming to bound forward, he started towards the steppe, quickly leaving the younger man scrambling to keep up. He could see the desert would eventually give way to the steppe itself, and then even, over time, to forest again. But that would happen in the far future, and the younger man would no longer be here in this form. He needed to reach the windy grasslands straight away.
Kek would guide him on more than one level. The younger man would miss nothing, though much would remain accessible only to his unconscious, in his higher (and lower) selves, until he could open himself to those selves, and accept his own eternity.
That would not be today.
Kek would carry the light to the lightning flash. There he would let it go to illuminate the sky and the earth.
