_________/myopia (Mrs. Robert Keogh)

A leftover from upstate. Believed to be crafted from old trapped air.

A vendor sells helado, with various flavors: mango, pina colada, pineapple, cherry, lemon and rainbow. The rainbow is actually red, yellow and orange. ROY…..gimme some ROY. Outside this vendor, across the avenue, sat the dilapidation of a diluted society. Some called it a sancutuary for seekers of spiritual bliss, culling the vigor and fortitude found inside all. The tests leading down paths to the consummated “enlightenment” were seen by many as outside their own realm of rationality. Life for many was already too difficult, getting by daily or weekly with their lives. FORTIS IN ARDUIS. Hardly. Such endeavors were best kept by the builders of society and were not seen as important to those outside of this devout division of humanity. (it is somewhat ironic that many of your so called secular truths in founding the United States lie atop men of such lost spiritual power) Unbeknownst to their youths, their legacy of chosen ignorance and denial, the workers bowed to that unknown, turned away and toiled: vendors selling helado.

For a while, (as long as there was consciousness?) members of this organization continued in the world. Their effect on societies and communities throughout the world cannot even be estimated, nor remotely measured. The ignorance of the rest of populations rendered such calculations irrelevant. Notwithstanding any degree of uncertainty, it seems that such an enigmatic influence in recent times has been rendered moot. Traditional abandonment is unobtrusively detailed through condemned banquet halls and private properties abandoned within the past twenty years or so. While the digital age and the Internet have made organizations go completely into cyberspace, it isn’t without a tinge of doubt that any semblance of ancient rites have ceased, whose legacy can be traceless.

Matchless beauty in such a “secret society” in the parlance of our time, the ability for brothers to worship more easily in a free land offered such chapters to spread across the land of America. Remnants of the leaders of men in older Eurasian traditions, the ideology left to the devices of the “melting pot” or, more recently, the “tossed salad” have been convoluted in the various media’s imagination throughout the century. The truth of the enigmatic influences and where they have led such societies in the broader scope of local provincials remains just the unknown knowledge to be craved for future consumption. Perhaps it is the free-market that has destroyed any semblance of the need for secret brotherhoods. We still want the architects of society to be symbolized in the pyramid, the third-eye, yet it might merely by our own traditions that create such fantasies.