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Authors: Delson Armstrong
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Then he scribbled the number 11113328 on a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” Alex asked as John handed it to him.
“Guess!” his uncle smiled at him, “you should know this number.”
After examining it carefully, Alex realized what it was, “My birthday!” On the note, he placed two dots: 11.11.3328.
“Right.” John smiled. “But this is just the code for that.” He pointed at a gargoyle, which was on top of the fireplace. Alex still couldn’t figure it out. “Mom, do you want to stay here?”
“I think I’ll head back to the hall.” When Grandma got up, she said, “Angel called. She said she had to meet you at the café near the Monolith for lunch.”
He checked his watch. It was already 1:30. “Damn, I forgot.”
“What happened?” asked John.
“Angel had something she wanted to tell me at the party last night and I totally forgot about it after seeing you guys.”
“I hope everything’s alright.” said Grandma.
“I hope so too. Uncle John, I need to go to her.”
John nodded. “But make sure you talk somewhere private.”
“And in any case,” said Alex, “I really need to go to the Monolith and just let it all out.”
“Sure,” John nodded and gave a comforting smile.
The Monolith of Faith was a nine hundred foot stone column that stood in the center of the mega city. It was a tribute to all the different religions, spiritual teachings, and mythologies of the ancient and modern world. People were free to worship in any way they pleased, as long as they were silent in the large inner courtyard. The structure of the complex was intricate: as the worshiper entered the main courtyard, a large door would open and lead him into a large hall. Here was the Great Library, where scrolls from Alexandria, Nalanda, Taxila, and various other ancient centers were preserved. The spiritual teachings of Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism and Islam and their various respective branches of philosophies, sects and denomination would be available in books and on holodiscs.
After walking through the one thousand yard library, one entered the Worship Room where people of different religions practiced their faiths as they saw fit. Here the great monolith stood, engraved with the thousands of names for God taken from ancient and modern scripts. It was carved mainly out of silver and radiated magically in the night. It truly looked like an object brought down from heaven. This was one of the many places Alex loved to visit. Here, he could pray to his mother or to God and feel at peace. Sometimes he thought he felt his mother’s presence and the divine spirit swirling in the room during his meditations.
Alex’s grandmother had told him to meet Angel at the Café Flamingo. It was one of those regular places where Angel and Alex would go together as a couple to enjoy coffee and cake. Alex loved the espresso the café made and the Dutch Truffle chocolate cake, while Angel would usually order for a Mocha Cappuccino and a Hazelnut Brownie with chocolate ice cream and syrup.
Alex checked his watch as the limo driver stopped near the café. “Thanks, Bill.” He said and hastily got out of the car. It was 2:15 and he was really late. Angel sat outside in the garden area with an impatient look on her face. Alex kissed her on the cheek and then pecked her on the lips. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t get your message until 1:30. I was a little tied up and I guess Grandma forgot about it.”
“It’s alright,” she smiled one of those smiles that made Alex’s heart melt. “I already ordered some food for us when I saw your limo coming by.”
“What did you order?” He sat down.
“Ah, your favorite: Chicken Parmesan,” she said, smiling and looking deep into his dark eyes.
“Great, what are you having?”
“A steak sandwich and an iced tea.”
Alex looked at her skeptically. “Really? You never eat steak.”
“Well I’m feeling very hungry today,” she said with a wink.
“Okay,”
“What’s this?” Alex asked as John handed it to him.
“Guess!” his uncle smiled at him, “you should know this number.”
After examining it carefully, Alex realized what it was, “My birthday!” On the note, he placed two dots: 11.11.3328.
“Right.” John smiled. “But this is just the code for that.” He pointed at a gargoyle, which was on top of the fireplace. Alex still couldn’t figure it out. “Mom, do you want to stay here?”
“I think I’ll head back to the hall.” When Grandma got up, she said, “Angel called. She said she had to meet you at the café near the Monolith for lunch.”
He checked his watch. It was already 1:30. “Damn, I forgot.”
“What happened?” asked John.
“Angel had something she wanted to tell me at the party last night and I totally forgot about it after seeing you guys.”
“I hope everything’s alright.” said Grandma.
“I hope so too. Uncle John, I need to go to her.”
John nodded. “But make sure you talk somewhere private.”
“And in any case,” said Alex, “I really need to go to the Monolith and just let it all out.”
“Sure,” John nodded and gave a comforting smile.
The Monolith of Faith was a nine hundred foot stone column that stood in the center of the mega city. It was a tribute to all the different religions, spiritual teachings, and mythologies of the ancient and modern world. People were free to worship in any way they pleased, as long as they were silent in the large inner courtyard. The structure of the complex was intricate: as the worshiper entered the main courtyard, a large door would open and lead him into a large hall. Here was the Great Library, where scrolls from Alexandria, Nalanda, Taxila, and various other ancient centers were preserved. The spiritual teachings of Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Buddhism and Islam and their various respective branches of philosophies, sects and denomination would be available in books and on holodiscs.
After walking through the one thousand yard library, one entered the Worship Room where people of different religions practiced their faiths as they saw fit. Here the great monolith stood, engraved with the thousands of names for God taken from ancient and modern scripts. It was carved mainly out of silver and radiated magically in the night. It truly looked like an object brought down from heaven. This was one of the many places Alex loved to visit. Here, he could pray to his mother or to God and feel at peace. Sometimes he thought he felt his mother’s presence and the divine spirit swirling in the room during his meditations.
Alex’s grandmother had told him to meet Angel at the Café Flamingo. It was one of those regular places where Angel and Alex would go together as a couple to enjoy coffee and cake. Alex loved the espresso the café made and the Dutch Truffle chocolate cake, while Angel would usually order for a Mocha Cappuccino and a Hazelnut Brownie with chocolate ice cream and syrup.
Alex checked his watch as the limo driver stopped near the café. “Thanks, Bill.” He said and hastily got out of the car. It was 2:15 and he was really late. Angel sat outside in the garden area with an impatient look on her face. Alex kissed her on the cheek and then pecked her on the lips. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t get your message until 1:30. I was a little tied up and I guess Grandma forgot about it.”
“It’s alright,” she smiled one of those smiles that made Alex’s heart melt. “I already ordered some food for us when I saw your limo coming by.”
“What did you order?” He sat down.
“Ah, your favorite: Chicken Parmesan,” she said, smiling and looking deep into his dark eyes.
“Great, what are you having?”
“A steak sandwich and an iced tea.”
Alex looked at her skeptically. “Really? You never eat steak.”
“Well I’m feeling very hungry today,” she said with a wink.
“Okay,”
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