Manuel and The Two Hearts

10. The confession                                                                      

In the last part of this tale will disclose to you what happened only a few weeks after Manuel’s return.

It was during at a great banquet given to honour some foreign ambassadors.

In a resplendent hall thronged with guests echoing with the clattering of cutleries and with people’s songs and laughter, the tables were loaded with the best food and wine one could have ever imagined. Yet, amid the festivities, Manuel stood up and, asking for a moment of silence, he spoke:

“Hear me out, everyone! By now all of you know of all my recent troubles and deem me to be a worthy man. I have done everything in my power to restore my honour and to mitigate my beautiful wife’s mistrust towards me. But none of you knows that what had happened was caused by a untamed heart, one that unless made to confess, will never admit any of the wrongdoings it has brought upon me and my dear Isabella.”

The commotion that followed brought the celebration to an end. Then, at a sign from the king, all the guests suddenly became silent. Bohemond asked Manuel:

“What do you mean? Wasn’t it by your own free will that you endeavoured to go an fulfil the tasks you accomplished?”

“It was, my king. Hadn’t she sworn an oath not to confess it, my wife should be able to tell us who made her ask of me all those chores she did,. But even so, she doesn’t know the whole truth either,” said Manuel.

“I don’t understand! What is he talking about, Isabella?” the king inquired.

The princess stuttered:

“Father… I… I mean… I got that letter, you saw it. It had Manuel’s writing on it. Had I

known how much trouble it would cause; I would have burned it. Father…”

“Please, my king, don’t blame her for anything. Both I and Isabella had to learn that some things are not what they seem to be, that some people, we tend to trust, can deceive us for their own good,” intervened Manuel.

“Then what in God’s name is going on? Be quick and bring light upon the matter!” spoke Bohemond gripped by anger.

“I shall, but only if you swear not the harm that person in any way,” said Manuel.

“Why would you ask for such a thing?” asked Bohemond.

“I must. Do I have your word, my king?” asked Manuel

The king confirmed.

“Then know that before all this started, the queen herself wanted to see me, for she desired my body and my love. After I refused her, she swore herself to get read of me and remove the threat I represented. And so, she persuaded Isabella to try my loyalty in ways no one had done it before. In the end I lost my life. But you see, it wasn’t the will of the heavens that her majesty’s plot would go undiscovered. I saw it myself, but it was too late for me to divulge it.”

“This is pure nonsense? The boy is out of his mind,” the queen uttered.

“This might be true, but it was you, my queen, the one who forged the letter with the help of the powerful sorceress Amala, one who everyone in this room has heard about. You don’t to admit it, but let me assure you, you will,” said Manuel.

“Ridiculous! My king, his insults have poured on me, long enough. Ban your so-called hero from the court. He is and adulterer and most probably a wizard. Don’t let yourself be deceived by him. I tried to warn you about this for so many times, but you were blinded by his pretence kindness and bravery. There was nothing I could do to undo the spell he cast on you. And now look at him, he is trying to undermine you, by taking me out of the way. My king, I am the only one who now stands between you and a certain death. Who will you believe: this cunning upstart or your ever-faithful wife? Show this court and your guests what you are made of,” said the queen with a decisive look on her face.

“Bring forth the sultan’s rose,” said Manuel. “We will both kiss its petals and you shall find out who is right and who is wrong.”

“Clearly you will not allow such a sham of a trial, my king. Who can confirm to any of us that the story about the rose is fact or mere superstition?” said Constance.

“It will be one of you two, my queen,” said Bohemond, talking with as much resoluteness as Constance. “If you will both hold onto your stories after you have touched the rose, there is nothing neither of us can do but to agree with one side or the other, but if one of you will admit his guilt then we can only hold the rose’s power as responsible for it. Bring forth the sultan’s flower.”

And so, they did. And after each of the two touched the rose’s petals with his lips, they were again asked to confess. While Manuel’s version stayed unchanged, the queen admitted her intrigue in front of all those people. The uproar that followed shook the whole palace. The king, immediately ordered for the queen to be banished from the court, but Isabella stood up and spoke:

“Father, husband and all you that are present, listen to what I have to say. If this is the punishment you assign for my mother, then I should join her wherever she goes. For if she was foolish enough to fall in love with a younger man, I was even more of a fool to have listened to her. My guilt surpasses her in every way. I know you will look at her and judge. What she had done was both wicked and human in the same time. But, if my husband agrees with me, I would like that the two of us leave this house never to return. People of Antioch don’t banish your queen. Let her live in the shadow of her sins. Manuel, this world is not ours, I beg you, let’s build ourselves a new home and forget about the old one.”

“I agree, my sweetheart,” said Manuel and then he turned towards the royal couple, “My queen, I forgive you, my king, I pray that you forgive her too. Isabella, we shall ride far away this very night and we shall forge us that kingdom you spoke of.”

And so, the two youths took the golden peacock, the star and the rose and, together with just a few followers, they travelled far, far away where no one could find them, and there they raised a new citadel one that slowly grew to become a home for many wanderers and exiles, growing into a place of great knowledge and art.

As for those they left in Antioch, I do not know what happened to them. They grew old and died and were slowly forgotten as it’s always happens with those who so briefly pass through this world.

The End

The Cherry Tree

That Thursday was sweaty,

Its air, warm and sweet,

A wine made us chatty,

We savoured fresh meat.

The red summer berries

Were bleeding on plates

Ensnaring the flies,

Thus, ending their fates.

Nearby, like a king,

A proud cherry tree

Was shaking its fruits

Enchanting a bee.

Its cherries were heavy,

As dark as the night,

The wasps bit their pulp

And swarmed with delight.

But then I saw more,

For perched on the branches

Were two lazy pigeons

Both taking their chances.

That moment is gone,

But if I’ll display

This painting of words

That moment might stay.

That summer in London

The weather was hot,

A tree bore its cherries

And left them to rot.

(To all the wonderful people I met in London throughout the years)

Manuel and The Two Hearts

9. The star and the peacock

The death of Manuel brought munch sorrow on Bohemond’s house. The people were whispering in discontent. Suspicion of foul play and court intrigues hanged above every member of his family. To assuage the growing clamour the king ordered the building of a massive mausoleum for the young man. Once this was finished, on his tomb stone the king laid the small, shining star that Manuel had snatched from the bosom of the cold sea, an eternal reminder of the youth’s beauty and virtues.

Isabella would visit the imposing mausoleum every day, floating like a pale ghost among the marble statues and praying in a frenzy to chase away the pain and the guilt that tormented her day and night. She blamed herself for what had happened and never recovered from the loss of her love.

As for the queen, she never had it better. Young Manuel had been punished for his impertinence and all her misdemeanour lay buried with him under a heavy stone slab.

A year passed and, apart from a few bards and drunkards, the city almost forgot all about Manuel and his troubles. And, as people had to go on with their lives, the dashing Isabella was soon to marry a new suitor, a prince from Edessa, a neighbouring kingdom, thus forging a new alliance of the crusaders against the many enemies that surrounded them.

*

It was a night and a thick fog surrounded the monument where Manuel body rested, when the iron door opened with a rumble and two light steps barely touching the hard pavement of the mausoleum rushed towards the stone coffin. A tearful Isabella kneeled right next to the tomb and uttered:

“I am sorry, my love, for all the torments I caused you and for the sad ending I brought upon you. You deserved better and I will have my punishment in this life and the next. It is always the innocent and the good that pay the price for all our sins while the rest of the world gloats in its vanity like it is the best thing there can be. I… I came to bid you farewell for in just a few day I am about to be betrothed to another man. The will of my father and the needs of my country compel me, and I must accept. But know this, my dearest Manuel, you will forever be my one true love. Rest well, and don’t return to this world of sadness before the end of days, when I am sure you will come flying down as one of God’s angels.”

Isabella trembled and choked in tears, but then, the lonely star that was flickering on Manuel’s tomb flared up and spoke to the startled girl:

“I hope those tears of yours are tears of joy. Life gives has many wonders but there is nothing like the one of resurrection. Daughter of Antioch look around you! In all the darkness there is hope and there is light. I would have spoken earlier to you, but I had to know the depth of your devotion. Nothing Manuel has done was in vain and he received the greatest gift of all in the shape of a peacock. For you see, that peacock is the bird of God one who has power over life as well as over death. So, go now, waste no time and ask the bird to bring you Manuel’s soul back from the great beyond. ”

The star’s light suddenly faded away and Isabella stood there in awe for what she had just witnessed. The girl then ran like the wind out of the mausoleum and into the palace, seeking for the wonderful golden bird and when she found it the bird puffed its tail and sang.

Isabella asked the peacock to do what the star had just told her. The dazzling bird looked at her with indifference, just like any other bird would have done, but after just a few moments it spread its wings and flu away, high in the sky until it disappeared from Isabella’s sight. The peacock passed beyond the clouds, beyond the stars, and beyond the fire that surrounds the world and arrived in a place where there was nothing and from that nothing it picked with its beak an invisible seed it then took back on the Earth and left in on Manuel’s tomb. The seed bore its way to Manuel’s body and planted itself in his heart. Then, the tomb shook and its heavy slab cracked like a nutshell. 

The next day, carrying the wonderful peacock on his shoulder Manuel appeared at the court. Horror and amazement gripped the whole city. The church bells tolled once again, for their hero had now defeated even death itself. The time for retribution had come.

Summer Dream

Let us elope into the summer, my love,

Across the wide plains, beyond the high mountains,

And there I will build us a dazzling new home

With statues of marble, arches, and fountains.

We’ll hunt earthly beauties and bind them in chains,

We’ll hunt them on horses with fiery manes,

The gods in the sky have all fallen but one,

Let’s sail on the ocean and fly to the Sun.

Manuel and The Two Hearts

7. The second trial

A few days later Manuel received a letter which appeared to have been written by Isabella. The letter contained the following:

“My love, I wish nothing more than to have you by my side, but the wounds that were left by your infidelity are still bleeding. Please do not forsake our love and prove me for a second time that there can be no one else in your heart but me. Beloved Manuel, bring me a star from the sky and I shall forget the past.”

Dumbfounded, Manuel could barely recognise his wife voice in those words and he was right to do so, for the letter had been written at the queen’s urging, who, after seeing the incredible golden peacock hated him even more. But this request she now made would keep Manuel away from both her and Isabella forever, punishing his defiance and avenging her pride.

For many nights to come Manuel contemplated the beautiful sky, with its endless dark plains and its travelling constellations. Sometimes, when he closed   his eyes, he thought he could hear a music coming from above. Yet the brightest star of all was his fair Isabella and the purest sound he longed for was the one of her voice. He then wondered how to do it, how on earth could he bring her the star she wanted.

The answer came to him on the brightest night of all. Manuel was again gazing at the sky when he saw one tiny star falling somewhere in the West, sinking in the great sea.

The boy didn’t hesitate for one moment. He left Antioch that very moment reaching the shores of the Mediterranean on the coming morning. Heading towards the sunset on a boat he bought from a fisherman, Manuel was carried far away offshore by the light sea breeze.

This time he wasn’t led by a distant shadow but by the star’s blue light plunging out from below the waters like the beam of a sunken far, and, when finally reached the place where the star fell into the sea, he stared into the depths and saw a lonely white dot resting on the sea bed. He had found what he was looking for. Manuel then took a deep breath; he dived into the abyss and swam right into the stream of light that came towards him. It was a long way to the sea floor and back, nevertheless Manuel went on until he ran out of air. Hanging half-way below the surface, he started to choke and to squirm, gripped by terror. The was no way he could go on, no way to turn back. The boy would have drowned for sure if it hadn’t been for a sudden, cold kiss which filled him with the breath of life. Manuel came back to his senses to see himself in the embrace of a lovely sea nymph who jumped to his aid. It was because of her that he finally reached the depts of the sea where the star was being slowly extinguished by the salty water. The heavenly body was just a small orb he could hold in the palm of his hand, but the stream of light it diffused, spread for hundreds of miles around. The boy grabbed it and pulled by the enchanting sea woman he escaped a horrible death.

Once they reached the surface, he thanked the nymph and jumped inside the boat, rowing towards the Eastern shores. But the sea creature sopped him. She had saved him only because of his unearthly beauty and now he had to stay with her forever. When Manuel refused, the furious nymph shook the boat and threatened the shred Manuel into pieces. Knowing how bloodthirsty sea creatures could be, Manuel asked for her forgiveness and told her his whole story, begging her to let him sail away. The nymph looked him in the eyes and said:

“My gentle human, what you ask of me is   almost impossible. But you seem have an honest heart, one that will never fall for me. That is why, I will let you leave if you to give me one of your eyes to remind me of you and to be an undoubtable proof of your valour.”

And so, poor Manuel gorged his right eye out and offered it to the sea nymph.

Once free, the half-blind youth went back to Antioch.  But while still on his way, something dark crept in Manuel’s soul as if the loss of that eye had given him a second sight and for the first time, he came to recognise the source of all his hardships.

When he reached the city, he bowed in front of the court and placed the glowing white star at the feet of none other but the queen.

Apart from Constance, everyone failed to understand the gesture. The queen sensed that somehow Manuel wasn’t the same anymore.  

The star was then sealed away in an ivory box and taken to Isabella’s chamber while Manuel re-joined his family. From there he wrote a short note to his wife. The reply arrived three days later, and it wasn’t at all what he had expected…

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Manuel and The Two Hearts

6. The first trial

After preparing a swift departure, early on the next day Manuel left Antioch and went Eastwards. It took him many days, but once he reached the banks of the mighty Euphrates, he built a raft and floated down the cold, rapid waters, struggling not to crush into the massive rocks that stood in his way. As the river widened, the flow of water slowed down, slowly carrying him towards the endless, deep sea. And when he reached it, he kept on floating on the calm waters for weeks, but he didn’t find the beautiful island and its fantastic dwellers. Maybe it all had been just a lie meant to send him to his doom.

Then, one cold night, somewhere on the high seas, Manuel spotted a small outcrop. But by morning the distant promontory had vanished, and so did the boy’s hopes. What made things worse, his food and water were nearly gone. Yet, the next night he again saw that strange mound, looming in the distance. Feeling how his strength was flowing out of his body, he sailed for it. That was his last chance of getting anywhere. With the new daylight came another disappointment. Whatever that thing was, it was nowhere in sight. However, Manuel stayed on course, oaring towards the inexistent destination. And with every passing night the once small shadow reappeared growing larger and larger only to disappear in the morning. He had done well not to give up to desolation and stop from reaching it. It became clear that some sort of magic impeded Manuel from seeing the outcrop in clear daylight. And so, on the seventh night he finally arrived on the shores of an island, all covered with forests the like he had never seen before. Manuel crept inside those woods to see them populated with all sorts creatures having many odd shapes and ravishing, bright colours. There were fruits and flowers of incredible sizes, swarms of flying fish, giant reptiles and frogs, buffalos with magnificent, spiralling horns, two headed elephants, white deer, covered with gemstones, airy butterflies who dissolved into thin air like smoke, and all sorts of other unknown creatures.

The island was crossed by a network of small rivers, and all seemed to flow from one single place in its centre. Fade, eerie sounds came down the water streams, but as Manuel advanced deeper inside the forest, they became louder. He then found an open plain, and in the middle of that plain there was a pond, the source of all those streams. What was even more bizarre, on the pond there was a small island thronged by hundreds of peacocks. Their plumage came in all colours ant they were singing in a frenzy around a tall tree and perched on one its branches there was a radiant golden peacock. The bird spanned its metallic wings and chased away all the other peacocks, who rose in a dazzling swirl, spreading across the island. After that, the king of peacocks fell asleep.

*

Manuel sought the chance and swam across to that small patch of land, and crawling towards the three, he climbed on it getting as close as he could to the sleeping bird. But just before he could grab it, the peacock awoke and flu away on another branch, where Manuel couldn’t reach it.

The boy went down, trying how to find a way to catch the sly peacock, always thinking of his beloved Isabella who was waiting for him, far away in Antioch.

Not long after, all the noises of the forest halted. Alone in that wilderness, Manuel started to be harassed by his body’s needs. Beleaguered by thirst, hunger and fatigue he first went to drink some water from the pond, but went he tried to take some in his palm, the waters withdrew under the ground. Hungry, he saw that the three was full of fruits, but when he grabbed one of them, the fruit withered away and turned into ash. Too tired to think about the bird, Manuel laid on the ground and thought of dozing off for a few minutes, but a voice came from under the grass and spoke to him:

“Young man, if you fall asleep, you’ll be swallowed by this island. All that beauty you see thrives on the bodies of those who hoped to catch the golden bird. Go back and never return to this cursed place! I was a man like you once. I came here thinking this golden bird would make me rich, that it would help me fulfil all my desires. But now, look at me, look what I’ve become. I am just a pile of soil and roots; defenceless food for the ants that crawl inside me. I feel their stinging bites, but I cannot defend myself. Don’t share my torment. Run away from here, for if you sleep, you’ll be always trapped in here, half dead and half alive, just like the me.” The voice stopped.

Manuel understood this was a task he could never accomplish. Weakened by the many nights on the sea, he closed his heavy eye lids for a moment and saw Isabella. It was just for her he had come so far. He sought no fortune, no fame. He lived only for his love. Alas, without even knowing he slipped into the sleep of death. When he realised that he had fallen into that never-ending dream, it was already too late. He felt the thin roots of the three piercing his skin and dragging him under the earth. He tried to fight them but had no more power. Hopeless, Manuel whispered his young wife’s name. The last thing he heard were some wings flapping above his head…

*

“Manuel, I only let myself caught in dreams, for dreams always reveal a man’s true nature, his deepest thoughts. Most of those who came here have tried to have me for their own vain desires. What they got instead was eternal damnation. But you seek to save your love and that I cannot vanquish. So far, I’ve met only a few mortals to be worthy of me. You’re among them. I free you from my course. Wake up!”

The boy opened his eyes and found the golden peacock sitting right next to him. His kind soul had saved him and brought the bird down to the ground.

 And so, the youth had managed to complete the task. But now he started to contemplate at his long way back. He had no more food and water, neither could he get them from that island. Then, like somehow it had read Manuel’s mind, the peacock shook its feathers and grew tenfold in size. Spreading its long, golden wings it shrieked and waited for Manuel to climb on its back. Once that happened, the two flew back to Antioch.

*

Imagine the amazement of all those living in the city when they saw the boy circling on the back of a giant golden peacock high above the lofty, slender towers.

Once the landed, the peacock returned to its previous size and was taken in one of the palace gardens, where he spent much of the days grooming itself and displaying its glittering plumage to the astounded people at the court.

 As for Manuel, he returned to his mother house and from where he sent a message to Isabella, waiting for her response. Tee poor youth hoped their troubles were finally over.

Relieved, Isabella, wanted to see him right away, but her jealous mother reminded her of the letter and persuaded her not to give up with such an ease. Manuel must have caught the bird out of sheer luck. There were better ways to prove his devotion to his wife and she will find them.

Manuel and The Two Hearts

5. The plot

The queen had adored Manuel since the first day she laid her eyes on him. In the beginning, her shrewdness had stopped her to make any advances to the youth, but after a while her love became stronger than her reason and she acted upon her whim. But once she realised Manuel would never bow to her and knowing that the consequences of her foolishness threatened her position at the court, she wanted to get rid of Manuel.

Ans so, one night, wrapped in a long, dark coat, she left Antioch and after a few hours ride she reached a small cottage found at the edge of a dark forest. She knocked at the door and from inside answered the coarse voice of an old woman who, once she recognised her guest, rushed to let Constance in. The queen had come to see her most trusted advisor, the most powerful witch in the Levant and told the old woman that all the charms and potions she got from her to seduce Manuel had failed. The only course of action left was to destroy the boy. Knowing her mistress as she did the witch agreed. She went to a desk, sat down, lit a candle, took a sheet of paper, a quill and some ink, then, by looking at the paper through a magic lens, she started to write a letter. Once finished, she handed the letter over to Constance telling her that the handwriting on the letter was Manuel’s himself and that the forgery was a love confession to a certain noble girl, who was well known in the entire kingdom for her striking beauty. The only thing the queen had to do was to show that letter to Isabella. The jealous princess would lose faith in her husband and the king would banish Manuel from the court for all eternity.

Contented, Constance went back to the palace and the next day she approached Isabella in private. With tearful eyes, the queen showed the letter to the girl pretending it was a secret only the two of them and the guilty lovers knew. The ever-faithful Isabella was shattered. Her young mind was flooded with sorrow. Manuel had been her whole world and now that world came tumbling down. Convinced by her mother never to reveal where she got the letter from Isabella confronted her lover, asking him for a piece of his own handwriting. She then accused him of betrayal and showed him the forged letter. While Manuel was reading that unbelievable account of infidelity, that seemed to have been written by his own hand, his young face expressed both hatred and pain. The boy fell on his knees and swore on everything he held more holy that all that was a plot against his life and against their love. But everything he said fell on empty ears. The princess was treating him like he was a stranger. Manuel stood up and decided to fight for that love once more. He returned the letter to his wife and spoke:

“I can’t pull the seeds of doubt out of your heart. I don’t have the guile of those who framed me. If I was a different man, I would give up on you right now, but I am the one you have always known and cherished. I will undo this insult you received the only way I can.  Please, let me replant love we lost. Whatever you want from me, ask and I will give it to you. Until then I will leave this room and this palace, waiting for your decision. You will find me at my mother’s house.”

The boy walked out, leaving a confused and scared Isabella. Minutes later she dashed into the queen’s chambers begging her to help her save her love. The queen promised her to come with an answer, but that she needed some time to think about it. The next day Constance again appealed to the witch and when she returned to the palace, she looked for her daughter. She embraced Isabella and said:

“My sweet girl, a man’s desire comes and goes as quick as a summer rain. The one you love does no longer want you. His hot blood earns for another. But if you really want him back and if he is ready to prove his worth, find out that at the mouths of the Euphrates river lies a forsaken island. On that island there is a garden filled with flowers and beasts, the likes of which you’ll never find anywhere on Earth or even in the seven skies above. Now, in the middle of the garden stands a magic tree, and on its branches lives a wonderful golden bird. If your husband really loves you, ask him to catch that bird and bring it to you. What greater feat of devotion could someone ask for? The journey towards that garden is a perilous one, but it is up to him to venture there and regain you trust.”

The queen kissed her daughter and smiled. She knew from the old witch that such a task was impossible to achieve. That same evening, the princess went to see Manuel and asked him to venture into the unknown and bring her the golden bird. He agreed without a sign of hesitation.

Can We Really Break The Cycle?

Georges Seurat. A Sunday on La Grande Jatte — 1884, 1884/86. Helen Birch Bartlett Memorial Collection.
Art Institute ChicChicago

Can we start living outside the norms and obligations of societies, beyond the prejudices, the mass consumption patterns?

The only thing I can say about my life right now is that I am tired. Tired of running in circles, tired of running away, tired of struggling for things that will most probably never make me happy.

For many of us it is time to redifine their way we think, to learn the function of generosity, the role of a good, long break, to learn to say no when we have to, to cherish everything that life gave us, and to build with what we have. We live under the umbrella of fear and division, we live to serve others, constanlty ingest what we are given, never doubt.

We drag ourselves from one paycheck to another, from one loan to another. Every year we buy year new gadgets without even learning how to use the old ones. We travel to escape our lives, then we return to find ourselves trapped again. We try to evade life and death alike. In a world where everything falls into the hands of private bussineses, society will only feed basic needs, never ensure security to its people, never create free citizens. Is this what we’ve become so proud of? Is that what we actually need from life?

What can we do then?

Tackling social policies and cultural prejudices would be a part of the answer.

Living for a clear, achevable goal and having the right expectations would be another.

Telling the stories we want to tell, telling them out loud, and giving other people the courage they need, will always help.

Discliplining ourselves to push our own imaginary boundaries and find the strenght to pursue our dreams would be ideal.

Manuel and The Two Hearts

4. The second heart

Once married, Manuel and Isabela’s love grew even stronger. Enjoying all the comfort of the royal court their lives were as calm and blissful as an endless summer day. From dawn till dusk   the shiny marble halls and the hidden gardens of the palace echoed with music, cheers and laughter. But happiness is as short lived as an ant’s wings, and while the lovers praised their beautiful life to the delight of the king and all his subjects, a pair of cold, beautiful eyes, teeming with jealousy and yearning, was constantly spying them from the shadows.

Then, one day, it so happened that the princess wanted to go with her maids at the city’s market and buy new garments for herself, leaving Manuel alone in the palace. The restless youth waited for his lover’s return, but after many hours there was still no news from her. Fearing for her safety Manuel prepared to run and join her at the market when a servant came and asked the boy to follow him to the queen’s apartment. Once arrived, Manuel found himself in a place of unparalleled wealth and beauty. Drapes of transparent silk and shiny silver lamps came down from the ceiling surrounded by a dim red light. All over those obscure rooms were pale silhouettes of statues, of slim porphyry pillars and of priceless pieces of furniture. Dumbfounded, Manuel looked around. The servant was gone. An uneasy stillness engulfed the lonely youth. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice:

“There is no one here but you and me. I made sure that Isabella won’t be back till late in the evening. Don’t be afraid my beloved; we have all the time in the world.”

“What is going on?” asked Manuel while his heart was throbbing.

Then, from a sofa, behind the soft drapes of silk he saw a naked woman approaching. It was none other than the queen herself. Her body was as white as milk and her eyes, much like those of her daughter’s, pierced Manuel’s chest, making him shiver. Constance was a woman worthy of her reputation. Her beauty, always incarcerated by the many layers of clothing, was now completely exposed. There was no charm that God had spared her body of. In poor Manuel’s eyes she seemed to outshine even his beloved Isabella.

“My queen, what you are showing me is both reckless and sinful. My love for Isabella is as strong as ever and there is no room left for another woman in my heart,” the young man whispered.

But Constance kissed Manuel and touched him with the skills of a woman well accustomed with the art of earthly pleasures and said:

“There will be no talk of love until you try the fruit I have to offer.”

And once she got the youth’s solid confirmation that her charms had vanquished him, she tried to make love to him.

But Manuel downright refused and pushed her away. He then left her apartment never to return, never to talk to her, never to look her in the eyes.

The insulted queen shook with rage and gazed at her situation. If, by any chance Manuel divulged her desire for him she would be lost. From then on, she sent her spies to watch the boy relentlessly, reminding him of the ever-looming threat that now hanged above his head. But Manuel kept quiet. He feared too much he had somehow been responsible for all that happened, and he didn’t want to raise any doubts about his fidelity to Isabella.

But it was too late, the queen’s pride had been tattered; her fury had been unleashed. She wanted revenge. Manuel’s fate was sealed. 

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What’s our purpose?

D’où Venons Nous / Que Sommes Nous / Où Allons Nous
Paul Gaugin
1897-1898
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
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  “What is the highest good in all matters of action? To the name, there is almost complete agreement; for uneducated and educated alike call it happiness, and make happiness identical with the good life and successful living. They disagree, however, about the meaning of happiness.” Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics

Although one couldn’t blame our language and our knowledge for lack of depth, our efforts to define life are still far from satisfying. An even tougher question arises when we try to understand life’s meaning.

What is this force that sets us in motion giving us a purpose, governing us throughout our entire existence? Is it just rationalized instinct? Is it a collection of arbitrary values that tend to vary throughout time, from one age to another, from one individual to another? Is it yet another form of filling the void of our mortal condition? Yes, yes, and yes…

Whether as a cause or as an effect, the meaning of life is quintessential to all our actions, thoughts and creative impulses. It is the alpha and the omega of all our stories and of all our songs, of everything we struggle to achieve in just a few decades we have on Earth.

A simpler form of existence doesn’t need purpose it relies on its organic drive to feed itself, to grow and to procreate. But once neurons jump into the equation, they start wandering and wondering. And this adventure leads these otherwise astounding cells (so well equipped for problem-solving) to the uncharted territories where they either get lost or hit unsurpassable walls. Life’s purpose is just one of those nebulas (as it is God, the life beyond and so on).

Now, is it worth to think about our life’s meaning or should we just push forward focusing on our daily objectives? I guess it’s up to each of us but knowing that we are alive doesn’t make much sense without knowing why we are alive for. And I am sure that everyone has had at least one moment when this question popped up into his or her mind.

Today’s society highlights success. Many great minds talked about creativity. Both happiness and death were always on the table. I wouldn’t know what the right answer is, but I consider life to be an ever-expanding phaenomenon that circumscribes us all, an ever-growing personal and collective lesson, one that we are bound to go through and one that we should try to share to those around us and to those that will follow.

So, let’s start talking!