the Pope wrote:Oh, so that's it. I ask you, did Flado not have a Great Chasm in his soul?
first cleric wrote:Yes, he did... from the One True Comic.
the Pope wrote:Did he not embark on a Sacred Quest to fill this gap by drinking from the One True Thread?
first cleric wrote:Yes, he admitted to that himself.
the Pope wrote:has he not completed his Quest? Is he not verily now in the Present?
first cleric wrote:Yes, he is here. But...
the Pope wrote:But what?
The mist is now gone, and the pope is lit full on by the rising sun. He turns and grasps the cleric by the shoulder.
the Pope wrote:He has fulfilled the requirements and is a BlitzGirl. This is a most Glorious thing, and must not go unnoticed.
first cleric wrote:But he is... of the other faith!
the Pope wrote:Yes, it does seem a little contradictory that the Pope of the Holy Contradiction is canonizing the Undisputed Patriarch of the Western Paradox Church. But he's retired.
first cleric wrote:... and if he weren't retired, would that be a paradox?
[cut to: exterior, early evening]
the Pope, after thinking a moment, wrote:Yes, and no.
Wide shot of the hillsides. They are mostly barren; loose gravel of some sort. The sea is in the distance. The sound of a distant ram's horn is heard. As if in response, we hear a similar call from the left. The camera pulls back a bit to reveal the back of the head of a herald, who puts a ram's horn to his lips sounds the call. The camera continues to pan back and we see that we are on the highest hill, and gathered below us are throngs of people, waiting for it in eager anticipation. The Pope and his First Cleric climb the few feet that lie between them and the crest of the hill, and turn to address the crowd.
the Pope, in a voice that fills the wilderness, wrote:Behold, behind you, the sea. The sea is great, and big, and does what it wants. We are nothing next to it, but that does not mean that we are nothing. For the sea itself is made of tiny drops, each of which is also nothing next to the sea, but they make up the sea.
Each new dix is nothing next to the enormity of time, but each dix is our dix, and we can do with it what we want. How we spend our dix defines who we are. Our Flado has chosen to spend his dix in Holy Quest, and we are gathered here to recognize and honor him for his Great Deed.
There is a rushing sound, as if from the sea, and the whole of the congregation instinctively turns to look. But the sea is as it always was. The first cleric goes up to the Pope.
first cleric wrote:Watch what you say. I don't want another disaster.
The crowd turns back to the podium, where a bird is now flying overhead. There is a gasp, and the Pope looks up.
the Pope, continuing, wrote:In our lives, sometimes we leave signposts. Sometimes we see signs.
He gestures towards the bird.
the Pope wrote:This day we commemorate and celebrate Flado, who by virtue of completing a Holy BlitzQuest, is to be recognized as a True and Worthy BlitzGirl.
And so it is on this day that we are ourselves graced with a sign - the very symbol of flight, of freedom, of vision, that blesses our Flado and his Quest.
Flado, I bid you rise, and kneel.
Flado comes forward from the front of the crowd. He
has been Waiting For It!
the Pope wrote:Flado, in honor of your having been with the One True Thread since its early days, yet having felt the Great Chasm and embarked on a most Holy and Glorious Quest of Fulfillment, and in doing so, having thusly and properly experienced Time in its own time, by the power vested in me as Pope of the Order of the Holy Contradiction and through the witness of the Great First Bird above, do I hereby consecrate you and bestow upon thee the title of BlitzGirl the Next, that it be known for all Time and for all of time that you have truly and properly Waited For It.
The herald sounds the ram's horn again, and over each of the hilltops, the sound is carried and echoed throughout the land. There is great cheering from the crowds, and the banners are waved up and down and left and right in curvy fashions, so as to not release raptors. The crowd carries Flado away in grand celebration, and as it gets underway, the first cleric rushes up to the Pope and says
first cleric wrote:How could you have done this?? A Contradiction blessing a Paradox! It is heresy!
the Pope wrote:Heresy, you say? Look up in the sky and tell me what sign you see?
first cleric wrote:It is a bird, your pontiffness.
the Pope wrote:Yes, a bird. And out of that bird comes enlightenment. Continue to look up, close your eyes, and wait for it.
He didn't have to wait long.