Week Four, Monday April 15th, 2019. This posting should be written on Tuesday, but it’s a short week because of Passover and Easter.
We catch up to our little band of Mariposan labyrinth-walkers as they wind their way widdershins around the third ring, the first to be walked, which they have decided to call Sunny. They prepared by cataloguing many of the different names the world has given the Sun, and telling some of the stories. We don’t have to go into all that, however. We are interested in the walk, not the prep-talk.
They are led by Josie Smith, the mayor of the middling city of Mariposa, Her followers number twelve, when all are present, but as is usual with such processes, all are usually not. Their names are, in order of appearance: Omur Ugabu, Josie’s husband; Sheldon Uttermost; Deanna Drone; Thorpe Bagshaw; Thoreau Drone, Deanna’s brother, known as Thor, or Uncle Henry for obvious reasons; Martha Yodel. Since the other six haven’t appeared yet, I’ll add them when they do. I will also, eventually, tell you all the stories, how these people descend from the earlier inhabitants of Mariposa, and their present occupations.
Now you may think that I am stretching probability by giving someone the first name Thoreau, but I have precedents, in this case Thoreau MacDonald, a Canadian artist. I also went to school with a boy whose given names were Ralph Waldo Emerson, called Wally. These thing happen. Given names made out of ancestor surnames are of course quite common. I have one myself, for my middle name. But I digress.
Since Sunny was the first ring walked on the inward phase they decided to take their time while they figured out the protocols. Sunny would also be the last one walked in the outward phase, at the end of which they would emerge into the world outside, bearing,—whatever that would come to mean,—the Unsolved Riddle of Social Justice. They decided not to think about that until the time came. They had settled, during the prep-talk, on the understanding that the Sun was the orb of day, the indispensable light source whence came the physical energy of life, and that Sunny would therefore have to stand for the the source of the imaginative energy they would need for their quest.
“The imaginative energy to do what?” was the question Josie put to them as they went their discursive way. They all threw answers at her which she wrote down on her flip chart after the manner of her kind. To understand Social Justice. To know how to identify it when we see it. To know what an Unsolved Riddle is. To know how it works. To know whether Social Justice is an Unsolved Riddle or something else. To know how being an Unsolved Riddle might change the nature of Social Justice. By this time Josie was having trouble keeping up. To know why it was called ‘wild’. To know what taming it meant. To know how to tame it. To know what to do with it when it is tamed. To know where to keep it. To know how to keep it. To realize that this is only the first ring and that we don’t have to know any of these knows yet, but will need to know them when we come back to Sunny walking the other way, on our way out.
“That’s a good one,” said Josie. It came from Deanna.
“We had better know most of them before we get there,” said Sheldon Uttermost, “because Sunny is the last ring, and not all that long.”
“Which one will we give to Mercury then?” asked Thorpe Bagshaw. “And Venus after that. They’re the rings that wrap around the others.” After considerable discussion they decided that Mercury, both second in line and second in place, should probe Social Justice, and Venus, first in place and third in line, should probe the world around it.
It took them some time to arrive at this decision, but having done so they hastened to the refreshment table. All that talk had worked up appetites in them all. Good talk does that.