07-24-2014, 06:48 PM
Aria.
Who was seeking the Sentient? The thought cleared from his mind. The answer would arrive soon.
Armande spent his idle time surveying his surroundings. He casually strolled here or there, hands tucked behind his back as he moved. He would pause long moments before a shelf while his gaze roamed the selections on display. His primordial soul was a student of philosophy and history. Shops such as this were temptations to prickle his never-ending quest for knowledge, yet many of the titles on display were already known to him. The more valuable editions were prominently arranged nearer the front:
A nineteenth century edition of Plato's The Republic was positioned next to Being and Nothingness by Sartre. The extremely brilliant Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by Ludwig Wittgenstein was tucked next to the Confessiones of St. Augustine of Hippo. Armande smiled fondly to himself. He had an eighth century edition in his library in Vatican City. The Church's archives had an original from the fourth century. Written in the style of David's Psalms, the autobiography was a model of all Christian writers for the following thousand years of history.
He plucked the book from the shelf to read the first line. 'For Thou hast made us for Thyself and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee.'
He sneered after checking the 75-year-old book's price and returned it to its place on the shelf.
A quick glance at his fellow shoppers' whereabouts, and he turned his attention to a Wallet pulled from his sleek wool coat. In all likelihood he was cross-referencing the price to online estimates of value. He tilted his head back as though his old eyes were having difficulty focusing on the screen. He tilted and turned the Wallet to position it just so...
...and in doing so, very subtly took pictures of his companions. Thereafter, he returned the Wallet to its pocket and continued to browse while it ran the faces through Atharim databases.
Edited by Regus, Jul 24 2014, 06:50 PM.
Who was seeking the Sentient? The thought cleared from his mind. The answer would arrive soon.
Armande spent his idle time surveying his surroundings. He casually strolled here or there, hands tucked behind his back as he moved. He would pause long moments before a shelf while his gaze roamed the selections on display. His primordial soul was a student of philosophy and history. Shops such as this were temptations to prickle his never-ending quest for knowledge, yet many of the titles on display were already known to him. The more valuable editions were prominently arranged nearer the front:
A nineteenth century edition of Plato's The Republic was positioned next to Being and Nothingness by Sartre. The extremely brilliant Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus by Ludwig Wittgenstein was tucked next to the Confessiones of St. Augustine of Hippo. Armande smiled fondly to himself. He had an eighth century edition in his library in Vatican City. The Church's archives had an original from the fourth century. Written in the style of David's Psalms, the autobiography was a model of all Christian writers for the following thousand years of history.
He plucked the book from the shelf to read the first line. 'For Thou hast made us for Thyself and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee.'
He sneered after checking the 75-year-old book's price and returned it to its place on the shelf.
A quick glance at his fellow shoppers' whereabouts, and he turned his attention to a Wallet pulled from his sleek wool coat. In all likelihood he was cross-referencing the price to online estimates of value. He tilted his head back as though his old eyes were having difficulty focusing on the screen. He tilted and turned the Wallet to position it just so...
...and in doing so, very subtly took pictures of his companions. Thereafter, he returned the Wallet to its pocket and continued to browse while it ran the faces through Atharim databases.
Edited by Regus, Jul 24 2014, 06:50 PM.