“…'It's very good jam,' said the Queen.
'Well, I don't want any today, at any rate.'
'You couldn't have it if you did want it,' the Queen said. 'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday--but never jam to-day.'
'It must come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.
'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know.'
'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first--'
'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!'
'--but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'
'I'm sure mine only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.'
'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.”
- Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
Roaming from town to town with or without the Belmontettes can be an odyssey of sorts . Coming to a crossroads like Alice confused about which path to take is not the time to trust the counsel of an obscure wisecracking Cheshire cat. We have learned that it is the Aeolian winds and songs that direct the pilgrim’s earthen vessels to uncharted water and unexpected experiences on an unknown sea.What will happen and what will be learned is known only the Mad Hatter and a select few of the gods. The source of the secret is said to be reason for the clash between the Titans and Olympians.
It has been twenty years since the launch the current adventure when the pilgrim’s band of knights commenced their philanthropic crusade for the innocents plagued with neuromuscular disorders on a battleground that would be known as the “fields of dreams.” The fields were built and the players came to participate just as the voice had promised. The joy-filled battle ensued with echoing cracks of metallic bats accompanied with the odors of oiled and soiled leather and freshly grilled hot dogs drifting with the assistance of the breath of God to Rockingham , the historic campaign headquarters of the rebellion’s reluctant king . This land-based island of tigers and the institute that would give birth to relativity eventually became incorporated as the “town of princes” and welcomed future chivalric crusades while harboring the pilgrim-sailor and his princesses on their passage.
In honor of their successful crusade this pilgrim descendant of the once infamous great “troublemaker”, and savior of the papal empire ,and his Samaritan daughters were summoned to be recognized . Penelope disguised as the Queen of Hearts monitored the occasion with DYFS on her cell phone speed dial just in case. The celebration would be broadcast to the kingdom on the date reserved for honoring workers and Jerry’s kids.The landmark in which their holy war’s victory would be consecrated was within a three-pointer of Hawk Hill where the hallowed halls of the Son’s companions sat. Named for the patron of workers and fathers this grace-filled ground of illumination would soon shelter the princesses in their jedi-noviate equipping them for their own adventures against their Cyclops’ and random multi-headed Greek beasts. One princess would chose to return to this place of brotherly love as apprentice care giver taking the oath of a nightingale. While the first one chose the route of Telemachus as a resource in attempting to catch the workers as they jumped off the cliffs into a fields of rye. She would secure shelter and mentoring in the land where a fictionalized house would become somewhat famous on the boro’s plains near the home of princes, tigers and laureates (oh My!).
It is assumed that Homer and Socrates could not be successful in their conjectures , nor could any of poets gathered at their Woodstock craft alliterations, or assonance , the Jungian synchronicity of the pilgrim’s progress. Mr. Joyce even got diverted from this task and took Leopold with him on his flight to France . It is the goddess Pyche who knows where the question and the answers begin and end. “It’s a secret” she says. It all humbles us to remember “if momma ain’t happy nobody is happy.” Yet, the monastics of Manresa in their well meaning discernment of the spirits and the journey’s import chose to rationalize causality of the interconnectedness of events in the form of the centering mantra… “it’s a mystery .”
"Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous."
- Albert Einstein
“If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.”
- Woody Allen
”`Cheshire Puss,' [Alice] began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where--' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
`--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
`Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk long enough.'"
- Through The looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
“…Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Ulysses , Alfred Lord Tennyson