Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

382 :: JOHN R. MABRY
“Or Notre Dame Cathedral,” added Terry.
“There’s Eva Kadmon in the center, and everything you
can think of is spinning around her in an orbit, some of them
look like their ellipses are as long as a football field.”
“I don’t like the fact that everything revolves around this
woman—” Susan frowned.
“Yeah, but what else is new?” Dylan quipped. Susan
punched him in the arm.
“Ow, darlin’, that really hurt,” Dylan rubbed at his arm.
“Well, actually, looking more closely at it now, there
appear to be nested fields of relationships among the
objects,” Astrid corrected herself.
“How positively Whiteheadian,” Brian pursed his lips,
considering it.
“Yeah, but these archetypes are not evolving, that I can
see,” Astrid answered.
Brian chewed on that, placing a hand on Terry’s knee.
“Eva is a gravity point, with lots of things in orbit around
her, but she’s also in orbit herself—it’s just slower, more subtle.”
“What is she orbiting?”
“I don’t know—she’s moving too slowly.”
“She’s the archetypal woman, all right,” Dylan added,
wincing from another anticipated blow from his wife. She
ignored him. Despite her grief, Kat smiled at this, although
it was obvious to Dylan that she was trying not to.
“Pretty much everything we use or eat, though, is orbiting
her,” Astrid said. “I gotta say, sadly, she is not my type.”
“You mean she’s pretty? That’s gotta be disconcerting,”
Brian snorted.
“I’d say, ‘Go fuck yourself,’ but you’d just enjoy it,”
replied the blanket. “Okay, our angel friend is holding up
one of the pictures...and, he dropped it to the ground. He’s
picking it up...and dropping it on the ground.”