Thoughts of tomorrow
Fill me, the steady advance
Of time’s progression

The future beyond my reach
Within sight, maybe?

The maybes gather
Like dust drifting in the wind
Nothing in its wake

The reckoning comes
As a trough follows the wave
Choice and consequence

Always occupy
The same space, sequenced by time’s

We are blind to it
Incapable and inept
Drowning in chaos

Swallowed by the sea
Swimming with Leviathan
Blood-meal for Typhon

Each step leaves its mark
A lifetime of walking stirs
Up a lot of dust

Infinitely changeable

The dust mote falling
New worlds are born, divided
Leibnitz is laughing

The echo of dreams
Weakening in the wind, slip
Into yesterday

Emergence 3.0 – Section Six, The Empire; Part Thirty-nine, Priest; Chapter Two, Novice

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 282, Tuesday
October 9th, 2018

Chapter Two: Novice

The priestly caste was the most exalted caste.

And though he had experienced a life of opulence as a Field Marshall, and as a chief administrator, the world that the priestly caste dwelt in was different by an order of magnitude.

The luxuries were understated, they were simple, even for the priest at the lowest level, there was not even a hint of want or need.

It was required that he take vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience.

These were virtually meaningless in the context of the wealth he was surrounded by, had access to, regardless of whether he owned it or not.

Every novice was required to take these, but they were not necessarily for life. After the age of maturity, after their time of training and education, after a period of service as an acolyte most members of the priestly caste would return to their home worlds to support their families dynastic ambitions.

Some would remain in service, and a few other would join the austere contemplative societies where they would continue to live selflessly in service to the Continuum, and the Collective which they aspired to

He entered the sacred order without any thought for himself or his future. He had no family to return to.

He was initiated into the mysteries, and his eyes were opened.

He became, once again, a servant. It was a position of familiarity and comfort. He preferred the regulated life.

He was the oldest novice ever to be tonsured.

He was wise, and he was quiescent.

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