Dear a curious onlooker,
I'm surprised by your regards. I don't know what to think of your admiration either. I didn't think many people were looking, especially not on-looking. What does it mean, to be on-looking, I wonder, against looking? On what does one look?
I didn't think what I said to the court that bold, either. Even if the The Great Scarab disagrees. The Scarab – he tells me I no longer need to say 'Great', though his name feels strange and naked without it – talked plenty of change before I arrived. At least, that's what I'd heard, back in the silk caverns in the 'neath, before I ventured out to him. It was that talk – that we could someday transform – that brought me to his court. But maybe it was an open secret that I stumbled into. I wasn't to know then.
I am not a being made from light, not a light-spinner, so I am not sure what light I can shed on your rumours. I shed dust and misshapen tones, if that helps. I suppose I could collect a whisper and tune it into a truth or two in the tone-garden, with the right tools. I will think on it, and write again once I have results.
The Scarab has not directly told me the answer you seek. Maybe he is, as you say, 'fond' of me, but I am not his Architect (if you want light shed, I hear the Architect is a six-legged light-spinner). Though I would very much like to be an architect of some kind one day, I am not privy to the exact details. But what I do know is that change lies at the heart of his plans. That the world we know will transform into something we don't know. He has told me it will allow me and others like me to transform too.
You might ask why I want us to change. Aren't some people happy with who they are? Well, sometimes I think the world we're brought into is awfully unfair. You are brought in as you are: and that's good if you're a scale-bird up in the Dragon's pecking order, but most of us are just a louse or slip of a silk-moth or a burrower born into the dark and not a whit makes that any different.
I know when the Scarab has finished, that won't be the case. It feels so freeing to say that – will and won't! (Did you notice my will earlier? Will – just a bit of volition, something of my own, that pushes on with me). I think it will be very exciting. What kind of world will we wake up into? What will happen, in a world that will have a rhythm, where its heart beats to changing tones? I find it very exciting to think about.
That is the best answer to your question I have.
From,
K.
