It was all quiet on the wide grey temple steps when they reached into the darkness of the temple. If they had arrived, was no voice only silence, to tell the story of forever, in the solidity of the high temple roof and its support pillars.
They played their feet about the worn away areas on the steps.
How do you ken the meaning or import of this temple my Sphinx? I do not want to destroy an ancient just for the sake of, asked Sheba, looking when she saw it.
Listen it will, said the Sphinx.
A voice out in of the darkness and spoke. I am Temple of the God of Something or Other. He, She or It abides within the stone carved and image made, with all the little gods and goddesses, it said, patting the air lower and lower. They are not really Gods and Goddesses in the normal sense, just make it up is big and wow so bigger than me.
Oh, said Sheba, it almost sounds as if you disapprove of these pretend deities yourself.
Well, said the Temple voice, a story of many lives ago, this was the location of a simple silent spring, burst forth from the rocks in this clearing. It became confused once and broken, until a brave Vivainne came and cleared the clearing. Soon which people were thankful for, seeing in the spring all the blessings of nature and then natural. They began to worship in this place with songs, dances and festivities. When a small pagan (which just means not the most popular) shrine was built. That is me. Then new forces came to rule the land, they did not approve of the paganism involved and built upon a temple to their own desires. I have been threatened into propounding the values of said structure, but my heart is not in it really. It’s just and only all about controlling.
OK, said Sheba, well, we have come on a mission to break asunder the pillars of this temple in a sort of act. We would do it with strong arms, but we aren’t. If that’s ok with you of course, also the Silent Spring may rejoin. By the way Vivainne is a friend of ours.
I thought that the Sphinx was enigmatic and above it all, said the Temple, not a Sphinx for acting but for looking on, but destroy away to your hearts, I shall remain unharmed regardless.
I was inscrutable once, said the Sphinx wistfully, but now I am adrift upon the ocean of coincidence which laps against the shores of uncertainty. I feel the winds of devotion beat against my stone cheek and the stirrings of sentiment cloud my …..
Don’t go on, interrupted Sheba, we must get to the destruct of pillars and false idols.
They placed the persuasion bottle filled with confusion at the base of the great pillar where the dust was thickest.
Now we must cover ourself, said Sheba and they hid behind a distant rock, although the Sphinx would prefer to be a part of the explosion for excitement value.
Sheba took a remote controlling device and control. Fire in the hole, she said and pressed a red button.
What hole? Said the Sphinx looking up as an enormous wall of sound with sharp corners passed through. The near trees fell down in one direction.
It’s what you say, said Sheba, brushing the debris from her shoulders, now let’s look.
The Pillars were still standing high in a cloud of dust with no more of a scratch, the roof upon them still and the steps clear of dust, just foot worn.
New plan? Asked the Sphinx
Old plan, said Sheba and let loose her hair from its clever place.
The Guardians of the Cave 