[Voice #17]
- Man, you have a nice plan. The issue being, progress is about as fast as the decay of the paekivi columns of the arcades of the Town Hall (the original marble ones were replaced in 1600 (after 146 years of wear and tear and one Earthquake) and their remains now stand in the garden of HH Grand Duke Paul, The Prince of Soul and in Gangnam, etcx's garden next to his marble palace in Princes' Circle in 7-SE).
"Dude, is there something I could/should do, then? I can point out ridicule in myself when I see it (which is not even difficult at the levels under experience, consisting of listening to Russian dance group from a distance, while sitting in an abandoned terrace table, with €3 million in Polonia, €3k in physical BTC, but only a sorry €0.31 in coins, hoping that the fucking breeze would not be so fucking cold, and the resident waiters (++(!(!))) would not see my Royal & Imperial robe, which not only is unwashed since weaving, but also is banned (as is its owner) Central-Square wide)."
Zechariah's lamentations meet their abrupt end when his friends bring a red-inside Bavarian MotorCarriage, wishing HIM to go to Malla with them. In addition, Zechariah is supplied with 6*MEAD, 1*W163W, 50 EUR worth of CIG, 20 EUR for food, a pizza slice, and lots of love. While on the way home, he also cracks open the remaining 1 BTC CASASCIUS coin (the one originally intended for Justin (when they shared the ::::Helsinki:Kämp:III one fateful night in April-2013), with note still intact after the coin was emptied, calls the Majordomo, and even manages a phonecall to the one who might get the remaining hurdles with the Polonians cleared soon™, to enable the 3,000,000 (USD) there to be used for Missionary purposes.
Suddenly, because of the love of Egert, Kristin and Taavi, he is elevated from a streetcast to a manor lord once again. Roberto has said that pleasure can only be felt to the extent that pain has been experienced, and connectedness is possible to the extent that abandonment has been suffered. Zechariah himself lets the Celtic Woman play their iconic Slane Castle tour once again, reclines in front of the large fireplace in the hotel wing, arranges the CIG, etc(x2) to places suitable for consumption, listens to the familiar voices of the angels from the central heating, wishes that his remaining desires be fulfilled, and falls to meditation, as follows:
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Zechariah suddenly feels that the world is inching back to its place, and takes his imperial presence to the small fireplace, the one with more memories than can be mentioned. He falls asleep, accompanied by the remnants of the provisions and Hayley's Voice leads HIM to sleep, with the words of #15, and only the Mermaid watching over him from the fireplace door. He sees many dreams: beautiful dreams about beautiful people, whose beauty is in their eyes, their beautiful eyes, for the beautiful eyes are the window to the beautiful soul(s).