Enim videtur in veritate quod omnia, quae per
unusquisque tempus in sua, contendere se atque in suo ad conveniens aeternam
formam, conveniens quod formam quisque in suo ordine secundum essentiam utriusque.
Fortasse aliqui sunt, ut tempus sit falsus arcus, formae ad quam nullo modo
sequitur, quod medium inter autem est et non esse,
Non solum ex ad muniendum educationis teleologia
animi temperantia sed etiam dare, ut ipsa suis fidelibus mandat cursum huc
atque illuc invitamenta ad reluctari. Pecuarius imperitis re utilitas imperitis
super frenum equi est, quod visum finiret, ut non reverteretur a via ex
distractione. Miles uero, cum equo utitur comitem et imperandi potestatem esse,
quo se feret velit.
Et similiter
dicendum est de fine Al-kompas tentatio, cum virtutis et sapientiae fons. Nam
in pascua decet tantae eruditionis ac effondere gaudium humani effectus. Sed
per viam, quam ripas suscipit ergo hic tantum pauca referre Al-kompas et in
magnitudine et occasum.
Legenda casus Al-kompas et infernalis describitur
creatura in hoc, praebet superstitioni dependens, ex uno crure quod suspensus
est, et quod sibi fornicem cicatrix per aspera saxa, et ut impleatur in eis
creaturae causa mortis eius. Ut super saxa, et linivit limus factus cemento
quod aer non præteribit inter saxa commorabitur. Etenim eo loco, ne diu se ipsa nocte, et super Crucis
signo se abstinuit tactu, de illud nequam spiritu. Post
triduum coeperunt aeris foedam referant signati ex arce, in modum odoris
ossarii.
Sed etiam malum noctis initio, facta incessanter ab
intus signato fornicem longinqua sicco risum quasi saxa maximum moverentur
super sese.
Ventus vehemens irruit
in tempestate in noctis, lavit ex limo saxa, et ecce! non ibi stetit, quoniam
una ingens saxum Hurghada eiusmodi antiquis notus est pater fumus, in quo
concurrit per venas sanguine rubrum, et indivisus esset et corpore.
For it seems in truth that all things, each by
virtue of their existence in Time, strive independently towards Becoming that
which is their eternal and proper form, each in its own turn, depending on the
essence of each. Maybe some thinkers themselves,
might have said that Time itself is a false arch, having no form within towards
which it thus pursues; but is merely rather the space between which Being and
Non-Being, the Perfection and the Nullity, arch.
The end of education is not only to strengthen the
mind, but also to give it temperance, that itself may command its faithful
direction, resisting the temptation to turn this way and that. The unskilled drover uses blinders upon the
horse, that it may not turn from the path due to distraction. The knight, on the other hand, uses the power
of command and comradeship with the steed, that it shall bear him whither he
desires.
So, too, the temptation is great to speak endlessly
of Al-kompas, being a fountainhead of virtue and wisdom. Indeed, it is fitting to frolic in the
pasture of such great learning and human accomplishment. Rather than creating a path that is only a
meander, then, only a few incidents shall be recounted here of Al-kompas and
its greatness; and its fall.
The legend of the fall of Al-kompas and that
infernal creature herein described, offers the superstition that it was hanged
dependent from one leg, and that the arch itself was closed up with rough
stones, so as to seal the creature therein and cause its death. Mud was created and spread upon the stones as
a cement, that air not pass between the stones. For long after that night did people avoid
that location, and did make the sign of the Cross upon themselves, that they
might be spared the touch of that evil spirit.
After three days, a foul air began to waft from the sealed arch, and did
smell of a charnel house.
But even beginning that evil night, there came
unceasingly from within the sealed arch a distant dry laughter as though great
stones were being moved upon themselves.
And then a great wind came upon the storm at night,
and washed the mud from the stones, and behold! there stood instead, a single
massive stone, of that type known to the ancients as Hurghada, the ‘Father of
Smoke’, wherein blood-red veins ran through it; and it was undivided and solid.
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