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I must be scientific. Exhaust by logical analysis every entree. Systematically, <strong>in</strong> classic<br />
Aristotelian laboratory <strong>man</strong>ner.<br />
He put his f<strong>in</strong>ger <strong>in</strong> his right ear, to shut off traffic and all o<strong>the</strong>r distract<strong>in</strong>g noises. Then he<br />
tightly held <strong>the</strong> silver triangle, shellwise, to his left ear.<br />
No sound. No roar of simulated ocean, <strong>in</strong> actuality <strong>in</strong>terior blood-motion noises — not even that.<br />
Then what o<strong>the</strong>r sense might apprehend mystery? Hear<strong>in</strong>g of no use, evidently. Mr. Tagomi shut<br />
his eyes and began f<strong>in</strong>ger<strong>in</strong>g every bit of surface on <strong>the</strong> item. Not touch; his f<strong>in</strong>gers told him<br />
noth<strong>in</strong>g. Smell. He put <strong>the</strong> silver close to his nose and <strong>in</strong>haled. Metallic fa<strong>in</strong>t odor, but it conveyed<br />
no mean<strong>in</strong>g. Taste. Open<strong>in</strong>g his mouth he sneaked <strong>the</strong> silver triangle with<strong>in</strong>, popped it <strong>in</strong> like a<br />
cracker, but of course refra<strong>in</strong>ed from chew<strong>in</strong>g. No mean<strong>in</strong>g, only bitter hard cold th<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
He aga<strong>in</strong> held it <strong>in</strong> his palm.<br />
Back at last to see<strong>in</strong>g. Highest rank<strong>in</strong>g of <strong>the</strong> senses: Greek scale of priority. He turned <strong>the</strong> silver<br />
triangle each and every way; he viewed it from every extra rem standpo<strong>in</strong>t.<br />
What do I see? he asked himself. Due to long patient pa<strong>in</strong>stak<strong>in</strong>g study. What is clue of truth that<br />
confronts me <strong>in</strong> this object?<br />
Yield, he told <strong>the</strong> silver triangle. Cough up arcane secret.<br />
Like frog pulled from depths, he thought. Clutched <strong>in</strong> fist, given com<strong>man</strong>d to declare what lies<br />
below <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> watery abyss. But here <strong>the</strong> frog does not even mock; it strangles silently, becomes<br />
stone or clay or m<strong>in</strong>eral. Inert. Passes back to <strong>the</strong> rigid substance familiar <strong>in</strong> its tomb world.<br />
Metal is from <strong>the</strong> earth, he thought as he scrut<strong>in</strong>ized. From below: from that realm which is <strong>the</strong><br />
lowest, <strong>the</strong> most dense. Land of trolls and caves, dank, always dark. Y<strong>in</strong> world, <strong>in</strong> its most<br />
melancholy aspect. World of corpses, decay and collapse. Of feces. All that has died, slipp<strong>in</strong>g and<br />
dis<strong>in</strong>tegrat<strong>in</strong>g back down layer by layer. The daemonic world of <strong>the</strong> immutable; <strong>the</strong> time-that-was.<br />
And yet, <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> sunlight, <strong>the</strong> silver triangle glittered. It reflected light. Fire, Mr. Tagomi thought.<br />
Not dank or dark object at all. Not heavy, weary, but puls<strong>in</strong>g with life. The <strong>high</strong> realm, aspect of<br />
yang: empyrean, e<strong>the</strong>real. As befits work of art. Yes, that is artist's job: takes m<strong>in</strong>eral rock from<br />
dark silent earth transforms it <strong>in</strong>to sh<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g light-reflect<strong>in</strong>g form from sky.<br />
Has brought <strong>the</strong> dead to life. Corpse turned to fiery display; <strong>the</strong> past had yielded to <strong>the</strong> future.<br />
Which are you? he asked <strong>the</strong> silver squiggle. Dark dead y<strong>in</strong> or brilliant liv<strong>in</strong>g yang? In his palm,<br />
<strong>the</strong> silver squiggle danced and bl<strong>in</strong>ded him; he squ<strong>in</strong>ted, see<strong>in</strong>g now only <strong>the</strong> play of fire.<br />
Body of y<strong>in</strong>, soul of yang. Metal and fire unified. The outer and <strong>in</strong>ner; microcosmos <strong>in</strong> my palm.<br />
What is <strong>the</strong> space which this speaks of? Vertical ascent. To heaven. Of time? Into <strong>the</strong> light-world<br />
of <strong>the</strong> mutable. Yes, this th<strong>in</strong>g has disgorged its spirit: light. And my attention is fixed; I can't look<br />
away. Spellbound by mesmeriz<strong>in</strong>g shimmer<strong>in</strong>g surface which I can no longer control. No longer<br />
free to dismiss.<br />
Now talk to me, he told it. Now that you have snared me. I want to hear your voice issu<strong>in</strong>g from<br />
<strong>the</strong> bl<strong>in</strong>d<strong>in</strong>g clear white light, such as we expect to see only <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Bardo Thodol afterlife existence.<br />
But I do not have to wait for death, for <strong>the</strong> decomposition of my animus as it wanders <strong>in</strong> search of a<br />
new womb. All <strong>the</strong> terrify<strong>in</strong>g and beneficent deities; we will bypass <strong>the</strong>m, and <strong>the</strong> smoky lights as<br />
well. And <strong>the</strong> couples <strong>in</strong> coitus. Everyth<strong>in</strong>g except this light. I am ready to face without terror.<br />
Notice I do not blench.<br />
I feel <strong>the</strong> hot w<strong>in</strong>ds of karma driv<strong>in</strong>g me. Never<strong>the</strong>less I rema<strong>in</strong> here. My tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g was correct: I<br />
must not shr<strong>in</strong>k from <strong>the</strong> clear white light, for if I do, I will once more reenter <strong>the</strong> cycle of birth and<br />
death, never know<strong>in</strong>g freedom, never obta<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g release. The veil of maya will fall once more if I —<br />
The light disappeared.<br />
He held <strong>the</strong> dull silver triangle only. Shadow had cut off <strong>the</strong> sun; Mr. Tagomi glanced up.