We have a phrase this week to serve as your writing prompt.
…passing through a doorway in history
There is no restriction on format of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
Duncan’s head hurt. His pursuit of truth is a hunger he knows can never be satisfied in a conclusion. He wonders, “Is the past truly a mosaic of endless opinions or is there more?” To become an observer by passing through a doorway of history would give him more evidence but trusting his eyes and ears has limitations. The “who he is”- a being marinated in modern day culture and sensibilities- would be a tremendous disadvantage to an unbiased reenactment. He knows that the understanding of history is disserved by only studying collections of modern intellectual interpretations after the fact. It needs to be excavated for evidentiary fossils that prove each past moment was once alive and three-dimensional. So, Duncan reads everything he can find… journals and diaries, essays and articles. His focus is on the founding of his country. Not from any patriotic duty or political position, as one might guess, but because he has Spatial Sequence Synesthesia, and his personal ‘mental map’ oddly always balances on a fulcrum in the late 1800s. His internal visual timeline stretches to infinity toward the past and future from the 1860s every time he withdraws his focused perspective and tries to ‘see’ all of Time. His ‘gift’ is either a peculiar mental defect or a sign of something special and Duncan doesn’t believe in coincidences, so he feels compelled to understand more. He’s somehow tied to that period.
I wish him well. He may never find a full understanding, but Duncan doesn’t care as long as he collects knowledge that he can absorb through his 5 senses and his heart, bringing the past alive again. He’s a guy I’d like to talk with!
This story is one that I decided not to post awhile back. It dealt with an uncomfortable topic and I deemed it unpleasant. The problem is, we can’t just avoid unpleasant things. They’re going on whether we discuss them or not. Something made me keep this. I decided to share it today from my draft archive. 🙂
“Settled science” and “my truths” were phrases repeated ad nauseam during Dante’s first month in freshmen classes at the university-where he’d hoped to get an education in critical thinking and facts- but, noting those oft mentioned absurdisms, now had him suspecting that the whole thing was an ultra-expensive practical joke.
He’d planned for so long to become a doctor, actually a diagnostician, just like his hero played by Hugh Laurie in the TV series House whose mantra was “everybody lies” because House valued truth and fact as opposed to often scientifically flawed human opinion and the frailties of discerning facts through an emotional filter.
Dr. House knew medicine required information, critical analysis, and detective work, and answers had to be found by developing a theory for methodic testing, and ceaseless questioning, leading to the creation of puzzle pieces which almost never assembled into a completely perfect picture but approached the Truth.
So, when the topic of The Climate Change Crisis came up, Dante armed himself with silly little factson computer modeling errors, numbers on booming communities of polar bears, and data on some of the positive affects of CO2 on our current climate hoping that seeking ‘climate truths’ wasn’t just a cleverly contrived public illusion but an ideal worthy of rational pursuit.
He undoubtedly caused an uproar, to say the least, and his professor (with several PHDs in assorted medical sciences) laughed him right out of the classroom never considering his extenuating arguments while painting him as a “Climate Change Denier” because he offhandedly observed Greta Thunberg wasn’t actually a scientific scholar.
Shortly after that curfuffle, Dante ‘dropped out’ happy to save himself a TON of debt, becoming a modestly paid free lance writer/producer of fact-based scientific videos geared to informing children, meanwhile, that ‘scientific methodology impaired’ professor became an ( insanely well paid) consultant for the Department of Health and Human Services in charge of monitoring vaccine research, development, and promotion on behalf of the U.S. government.
I'm nobody! who are you? Are you nobody too, then there's a pair of us. Don't tell! they'd advertise you know. How dreary-to be somebody. How public-like a frog. To tell one's name-the livelong June, to an admiring bog. Poem by Emily Dickinson.