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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The Three Thrones

Before I begin this post, you must excuse me for a moment, for I have an irresistable urge to run out into the fading light and jump into the arms of a an old friend, far older than bare-foot boy he will lift up in his branches to kiss the darknening sky...that and a pepsi just exploded in the fridge all over my mom and she is none too happy about it. Please excuse me.

Ahhhh, much better. There's nothing quite like the smell of the approaching twilight and the feel of pine bark under your feet under the light of the sun as it relinquishes its watch to the stars....it was enough to coax even me to sing, although the little bird that accompanied me did me greater honor with is voice than I did him with mine. Enough of this now. On to the meat of the matter, namely the purpose and subject of this entry: the three thrones. It is my purpose to describe them as best and as truthfully as I can, hiding neither beauty nor blemish from your sight.

Each throne occupies a different level, and though their respective domains are reflected in the character of each, there is no intended allegory. The highest throne is the Throne of Light, a place of thought-provoking meditations and insight. The light of the sun shines brightly upon this throne, as it passes through a window nearby, an illumination that breeds both easy thoughts and a quiet happiness. Of all the thrones this is the most peaceful, the most beautiful, the most majestic and sublime, and yet it also lacks the truer substance of the other two. It is a throne just as much of insubstantiability as it is of revelation.
The second throne lies just below the first; this is the Throne of Solitude. More isolated than the other two thrones, this throne is cut off from the outside, with only mirrors to illuminate the close, dark walls around it. It is thus a place of deep introspection and study. It is here that one looks at one's self in the quiet of the throne-room and wonders...this throne however is also one of need; it requires the most attention of the three.
The final throne, the third throne, lies deep beneath the other two, hidden away, lost in a shadowed corner. This is the Throne of Vulnerability. It sits in the corner both like a lost child and a tired, yet wise old man. The protective walls around this throne barely exist, being but piles of rubble and stacks of old relics. On this throne one has no protection, and yet is the most alone. It is not cut off like the second throne, but it is secret nonetheless. It is a refuge of secrecy in which one can most easily be one's self, yet you have the constant threat of someone discovering you as you truly are. In the quiet dark of the corner this throne is a place to sit and to simply know and be, for in the shadows you have only yourself until the light reveals you.
These are the Three Thrones: the Throne of Light, the Throne of Solitude, and the Throne of Vulnerability. Take what wisdom from them that you may, and when you come to the place where they lie, choose carefully upon which throne you will make your seat. These are the Three Thrones of the Phillips' household.
The Three Thrones of Porcelain.

4 Comments:

Blogger Joanna said...

i have yet to experience the throne of light.. i look forward to it...

9:31 PM  
Blogger heartlikeaglass said...

pretty. nice twist at the end. i was at your house once, a long time ago (about 2 yrs)... and i didn't really know anyone there. so i don't think i said much. probably tried to be invisible most of the time...

12:28 AM  
Blogger Benzoid the Destroyer said...

Um either my memory is like one of those things... that allows water to pass through it but retains appreciable solids, or you did a very good job. Either that or I was off hiding somewhere doing homework or some such nonsense. Silly homework.

12:56 AM  
Blogger heartlikeaglass said...

also i looked very different then. it was some small group christmas party or something and my bro&sis-in-law (happy anniversary!) had me with them for some reason...

9:55 AM  

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