Crystalline Cool (3)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (3)"
    
   Duncan's father told him:  "Son, you've chastised yourself more than anyone since the Middle-Ages; moreover, wailed and given great lament unto the Lord.  Mortification of the senses, chastity when it came time, scorning many, great states of poverty, which allowed you to see the beauty of nature, and yet you admit not your own courage."
   Duncan would not cease.  He would never admit himself, only those things within him that gave him affection for the Divine.  Yes, a target on his back, that only the highest level of spooks in the government knew about--and would they assist?
   He told his father:  "I have sinned, and I know I'm being monitored."
   His Dad back with:  "So are your adversaries.  The trick is on them.  You never follow a coyote I've heard.  They don't know why, but you do."
   Duncan calmly asked:  "Dad--could we get a dog?"
   His Dad's face lit up in a sparkly grin, and out of his cool countenance, the old man's lips worked the words:  "Every man needs a best friend.  And no man should mess with God's gift of the canine, which has always resided side-by-side with man--since the conception of human consciousness canines and man have strode with smooth synergy.  And I don't know if this is blasphemy son, but Anubis is an ancient god with the head of a jackal, and when you die he weighs your heart, as some of the myth goes; specifically, if your heart is heavy--he throws it away and you don't pass, but if it is light; next, you go on to the afterlife.  Heck, the Knights Templar know more about the Egyptians than us regular Christian folk.  So much secrecy, but truly--the Creator, God, that Master of Intelligent Design--He knows.  Thus, let the Lord always be your refuge, and I think we should name the dog Roadkill."
   Duncan:  "That's horrible Dad."
   His Dad with:  "Where's your sense of laughing at yourself?  Just because Percy Shelley couldn't do it, doesn't mean a wild, American dog can't."