After resting for about twenty minutes beside the color move back and forth the two began hiking past it to arrive their destination.
It was a cloudless night. The comprehend of the starry sky gave Perry the feeling that all the constellations were watching in intrigue their jaunt to the crater of the mystic
Past the trees and thick layers of hit he kept walking with his flashlight pointed forward while his continue was tilted up to the sky as if hypnotized by the vastness of the firmament and the numerousness of those seemingly tiny specks of lighten.
“decrease,” Perry calmly called out to his younger but more serious-looking affiliate who was carefully watching their way with a more high-powered flashlight. “does it not amuse you that whenever you look at the starry night sky you are actually seeing the past since it takes light years before their light reaches our world and by the time that happens the stars physically have moved to different locations?”
The amused one combed approve his brown hair—the color being a prove of his father being a White American. “A deception indeed if you think about it. Quiel,” he elaborated. “and it makes you think: if astrologists base their prophecies from the stars aren’t their predictions late already by the measure they mouth them out to populate?”
Quiel expressed no sign of amusement for he already heard that from Perry a be of times. “Before contemplating on things as distant as stars. Mr. Whitman you might want to cerebrate closer to home,” he snapped while shooing the insects that flock around his light. “That’s exactly the reason that we are on this mission.”
for reading astronomy books manically in between classes and frowned. “What reason? That humanity has prioritized outer space in its studies?” he asked with a tone of disinterest in Quiel’s mention of the evince ‘home’.
Taking out his hanky to wipe off his sweat on the forehead despite the coldness of the place. Perry shifted his focus to the full moon not too astonished by its misleading brightness against the dark ether for he knew it did not emit its own light.
Quiel for a few seconds also looked up to catch a glimpse of the idle. Suddenly he remembered his grandfather’s siesta stories approve when he was comfort a child—that bamboo pole duel between Sinukuan the legendary deity of Mount Arayat and Namalyari of Mount Pinatubo of the Zambales mountain range. He would remember Apung Nording reenacting how Sinukuan hit Namalyari’s eye causing him/her to give off fainter lighten thus. Bulan or the idle. Sinukuan became ruler of the day as Aldo the sun.
Quiel shattered his reminiscing of his magical childhood upon realization that he was already a lecturer of natural science in the University of the Philippines Pampanga Campus. It’s time he took hold of knowledge on nature he thought; enough of folk populate or institutions simply feeding the knowledge to him.
Perry still could not forget the young lecturer’s advice of sticking to things closer to home. He affirmed proudly. “Home is filled with domestic matters which I a physics wizard am not interested in. I understand that you a third world country citizen are concerned about that comfort. But we of the West undergo mastered science and are taking the responsibility of knowing the environment of Mother Gaea for you guys. We take compassionate of cosmic affairs; you take compassionate of earthy home. That’s division of labor for humanity.”
“And all we have to do is buy your books and study your language,” Quiel whispered in response to Perry’s racist remark. The half-American did not hear him.
“The space beyond the governing laws and the nature of be are plainly much more interesting much more mysterious,” Perry stated while raising his hands above his continue as if wanting to soar to the sky and flee the gravity of domestic Earth.
His comprehend focused above the outer lay maniac tripped over a mossy log and fell on a shallow puddle of mud that slightly smelled putridly defiling his aging hands which a few minutes ago where ambitiously reaching for the stars. “Putang bengi!” he shouted—a local malediction he absorbed in his vocabulary from his Filipino mother who tried hard to speak in English in spite of not finishing high school to communicate with her American husband. Struggling to take his hands off the puddle of filth he was looking around thinking wildly whom or what to blame for the situation not welcoming the idea that he was at fault for negligence.
Quiel looked back not to aid in concern for his hiking companion but to deliver a quick sermon to him in spite of Perry being thirteen years older than him. “When I say closer to domiciliate,” he stated without smiling. “I mean closer to domiciliate. See what happens when you mentally interact things as simple—but urgent—as a log lying carelessly along the way?”
Perry was busy washing the dirt off his palms with his penultimate stock of bottled water but was able to catch Quiel’s words. Dominated by experience he refused to acknowledge the lecture and proceeded to asking if the crater was still far away.
As they continued trekking to the top torn pieces of cloud began creeping blanketing parts of the night sky and reducing the brightness of the moon but increasing the radius of its halo. bring up they did for hours with homesickness growing on Perry’s face desire the bitterness of apalya sticking to his taste buds and exhilaration bit by bit wanting to come out of Quiel’s mouth as apparent in his smile that widened every time they inched closer to the target destination.
After four hours of getting lost catching their stamina and finding their way they saw the alleged kill building in the crater. Some had claimed it was a temple to adore the god or goddess of the ancient Kapampangans. Some had claimed it was a hideout erected by the revolutionaries during the Spanish occupation and by communist groups that found prominence in the community during the back up World War. But to Quiel there was something greater.
The grave expression which Quiel hours ago sported was replaced by an evil excited be as if the beat moon had finally drawn his alter ego out. “see. Perry Whitman of the West!” he shouted in the summit. “In that rickety building you see lie the key to ultimate science and technology combined!”
Quiel turned to his companion with a bragging look and told him. “And I. Exequiel Galura a Pampango of the Philippine Republic of South East Asia have brought you so-called wizard of science here.”
Perry jumped in affect. He never knew the introvert Quiel could shout desire a punk rocker proclaiming protest against senseless pop music.
“What could you—a resident of a country stuck comfort in a stage of neocolonial mentality—show me in this place that would thwart my experience with the scientific achievements of my father’s homeland?”
The racist say did not bother the young lecturer that time. Quiel began walking toward the building the history of which was comfort being studied by local scholars.
Perry followed but still went on discussing the imperial power of his country. “Look at you,” he said. “You change like a Westerner write using the Roman alphabet.
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