"Galileo's Balance" by Kiwi Chess, January 2013
Disclaimer: All characters presented here are product of fiction. Any resemblances to real characters are of a pure coincidence. No intention was made to insult anyone for any reason.
AN: This story is an act of fiction. No one should attempt to act in the same manner as described.
Summary: A wide variety of life's toughest problems are answered at the altars. Altars and priests are co-aligned if they are of the same alignment as you, cross-aligned if they are of a different alignment. But it is on medals that you will see the that there is no such thing as a Kings or Queens Crown.
During they soft jogging by the lake, Henry Adams and Harrison Dyer managed to talk as well.
"You have entered prayer through the gate of Jesus Christ with thanksgiving and praise for what He has done." Some fat black American woman was panting, running slowly. Henry gave her quick check just in case. Harrison continued, doing some breathing along. "… You have drawn near to God by moving through every distraction in the outer court." They avoided some spilled chocolate milk. "… You have submitted to the 'washing of the Word' at the brazen laver, and now you know exactly what 'manner of person' you are." Harrison noticed a cross on a church in the distance and winked back at Henry.
"You mean … my transformation has begun?"
"Precisely!" Harrison grinned and winked again.
As they were doing some stretching exercises along with at least ten others in the vicinity, Henry suddenly remembered something.
"So … what is an 'altar' then?"
"Well …" Harrison noticed a good looking blonde with a pony tail. "… The word 'altar' in the Hebrew means … 'a slaughter place'."
"Indeed." Henry acknowledged.
"And … in the Greek, …" There was a brunette with swaying tits and Harrison almost gaped, licking his lips. "… It's called 'a place of sacrifice'." Some muscular guy with short hair was doing push-ups, attracting most of the attention of the others. "… The brazen altar is the place where … natural and earthly things … that hinder your walk with God … are … consumed … by the fire of God, of course." Harrison winked back at Henry, panting, feeling exhausted.
Two swallows were chasing insects above them
Later on in his office, Henry Adams was showing a picture of an automobile to his coworker, Joseph Dixon.
"In 1860 a Frenchman, Edouard Delamare-Debouteville, did some experiments and filed some patents for a self-propelled car. In 1884 France built the world's first car."
"So it was France, after all?" Henry grinned, folding hands in front.
"Yes, but … the first self-propelled automobile existed long before 1884 though."
Henry thanked Joseph and he left.
Just as he was about to sit, telephone rang.
It was his wife, Magdalena. She needed to make up a questionnaire of some sort.
"Gee … how about …" Henry played with a small automobile made of metal. "… What are students reading? Then … What are they buying at the bookstore? …" Magdalena was writing it all down at the other end. "… What are they checking out of the library, perhaps? … How much time are they spending on course materials? … How often do they interact with other students?"
"Now that's a good one. Go on." She encouraged him.
"What does that interaction … entail?" he looked outside at the pale blue sky, remembering his student days. "… Then … How often do they interact with faculty?"
"You mean … us?"
"Again … what does that interaction entail? You know …" he could sense that his wife was pleased with him. "… How do students respond to feedback? Or … How's attendance?"
"I believe it'll do for the time. Smooch!" He could hear her kiss the telephone receiver. He grinned and hung up.
That weekend he went to Museum with his colleague, Rufus Porter. Henry mentioned to him what Harrison told him during their jogging.
"You see …" Security was standing upright, monitoring all those that were examining artifacts behind the bullet proof glass. "… I happen to believe otherwise." Rufus had hands behind his back. He was balding in front of his head, artificial light reflecting from the greasy surface. "… So … I've come to look at historical facts as a means to an end, in fact …" He grinned widely, some false teeth showing up. "… Actually …" he noticed a good looking woman in her thirties. "… A means to many ends, … namely developing a skill set that helps students better understand the world around them today, not just the dead world of the past."
"Thank you." He tried to remember it, conveying the message back to Magdalena.
"Oh, you are welcome!" He patted Henry on his back.
In the next show room there were various crowns on silk.
"Crown is made of solid gold, you see." Rufus tilted on his heels a bit as he spoke. "… Up until George V's coronation it was set with paste stones and enamel mounts, but in 1911, … for the coronation of George V … the crown was permanently set with semi-precious stones, …" Rufus nodded with his head at the brilliant stones that shone in some magical way. "… And the imitation pearls were replaced with gold beads, which were plated with platinum."
Japanese tourists were swarming around precious crowns, widening their eyes in an admiration. Security had to remind them that taking photographs was not allowed.
"The Imperial State Crown is the most magnificent of all the Crown Regalia." They stopped in front of one brightly illuminated window. "… It was made in 1838 for the coronation of Queen Victoria, and then altered for the coronation of George VI in 1937 and Elizabeth II in 1953." Rufus sighed and then chuckled as he looked up at Henry. "… It actually replaced the crown of St. Edward on the head of the ruler immediately after the coronation."
"Hmm. Interesting." Henry felt obliged to say something. Japanese swarm squeezed them out and they moved along.
"Yes. Although the crown is modern in design …" Rufus looked at the security camera above. "… It is set with very ancient gems, in fact."
Soon they stopped at yet another displayed crown. Henry wondered whether they were originals or just some very well made imitations.
"But what really excited me was …" Rufus sighed and then folded hands in front, watching rainbow colors that were made by the light hitting the gems. "… Thinking about why that crown was so heavy. If you notice, …" Rufus sighed again, noticing the Japanese tourists again. "… The Bible says that the crown was made of gold and set with several precious gems. Now, …" He chuckled moderately. "… I don't know how many gems would have to be placed in that crown to cause it to weigh almost seventy five pounds, but …" They moved along. "… I think it's safe to say there were a lot!"
Henry chuckled politely.
"So … why would someone have that many gems in their crown and willingly suffer through wearing … did you say … seventy-five pounds …?" Rufus nodded, pleased that someone was listening to him. "… Of crown on their head then?" Henry finished his question, Rufus about to answer and then smiling.
"Ah …" Rufus smiled as they were almost pushed away by more tourists from Asia.
The following day he met with Peter Jackson at the tennis court. Henry immediately asked him about his recent trips to adventurous places.
"Yes. I've hiked many of Dominica's mountains, …" Peter tied up his tennis shoes, looking around. "… And, … this is one of the hardest, in fact." He grimaced as the wind lulled sun shade canopy above. "… Like most of them, … it's a stiff two and a half hour hike straight up."
"That much?" Henry was already testing his racket.
"Yes. Towards the end, … it's some difficult clambering over roots and under or through branches and vegetation." Peter inhaled, enjoying clear skies above him. "… En route, … you get some awesome glimpses of views …" Some black African children were staring through the fence at them. "… I recall one looking down on Portsmouth. But …"
A noisy propeller airplane forced Peter to end his description. He shrugged and they assumed their sides, getting ready for some sport action.