SKYTRAN

Gadi's Decendants

If Gadi had known how to cure regret, then he would have gained the favour of his captors that much sooner. With his sensitivity for the suffering of other humans, he was able to feel the inner turmoil of those Skytran tribe members who regretted their violent and abusive actions towards each other and towards Mother Earth.

"Strip mine, we do it in time. Strip mine good or else I'll strip yours, then burn ya with wood."

Gadi had no parchment to write nor could he speak to anyone, being in solitary confinement. So he whispered the words that he felt:

Inside, that is where I reside. And inside is a place to hide.

Decide--- that is what I must do. Astride in the middle of a brew.

I live inside, in that place just by the wall. Tons of people go by, sometimes they offer me a shawl.

I feel stuck and mired; greed and avarice got me good. Year after year, so many tears did not move me like it should.

I'm still inside.

Only another insider would understand what it's like to live as a man who can't progress.

One who has not learned from his mess.

It can take two or three or four tries to realize, that at times like these

Life is not a breeze.

I feel diseased.

Inside

That is where I am and inside a subway or moving tram, it's still inside somewhere that is not my own place.

Do you care that I'm inside?

Then Gadi remembered the type of letters he used to write to Maria and later on Janet. That was then and this is now, he reminded himself. What can I discover about myself from this journey that I am on called life?

After studying his memories and reflecting on his long and arduous journey to this point in his life, he wanted to finally match what dwells in his heart to what flickers through his mind, float the whole onto parchment, then lower the emotional drawbridge and risk drowning in the whole lot of his feelings.

He wanted to leave the castle of isolation that he had lived in for the past several months, while away from his home cave. He needed to find more promising meadows to let his desires and dreams flow freely, unchained and unbound by any convention.

He wanted to write more letters and air mail them to Janet and when his letters arrived and she had read them, he wished that she would plant them in fertile soil so that they could pop up and flourish like water lilies, like lavender, like olive trees. His letters would spring up and float away into the sky, lifted up by the buoyancy of pen on paper, of love triumphing over hate, of hope for a life lived under the new sun but sheltered in the cool green glen of self-discovery.

Then

Gadi dreamed of Janet that night and in his dreams, they sat with their legs intertwined, as if two yogis were trying to become one, or like a 20th century floor game called Twister, where two people are contorting their bodies and would have to reach across the other's front or back to stretch their arms and legs into positions that were sometimes beyond their normal range.

Janet looked at Gadi and told him the following:

You have a face that's shaped like a heart, your chin smooth as marble; your lips open and close to their own rhythm.

What a delightful sound that emerges when you speak, my sweet.

You have made an impact on my life, raised my spirits beyond measure

You have an instinct for helping those in need

Even when your own nose begins to bleed

How do I tell you that your body

Has let you down?

You're able to smile and remain calm

While others pout or frown

What did you to deserve

This abbreviated fate?

You've got tenacity so

Please tell me how to go on...

Can you save yourself?

Can you do it?

I so want you

To continue to breathe

From the moment I first laid my eyes

Upon your graceful cheeks

I knew this world was not just

For the humble or meek

I need you to continue your line

Pass on what makes you tick

So before I go, one more thing

Above all else, I hope this sticks

You have the face of an angel

A true harmony of curves

Blessed from the almighty

And so eager to serve

So please save yourself

Do what you must to breathe

Move aside old grudges

Let them pour out in a sieve

But retain your heavenly essence

Your smile and your sweet dimples

It's not complicated what I ask

So please do me this solid, this one simple

Favour.