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Science is a match that man has just got alight. He thought he was in a room – in moments of devotion, a temple – and that his light would be reflected from and display walls inscribed with wonderful secrets and pillars carved with philosophical systems wrought into harmony. It is a curious sensation, now that the preliminary splutter is over and the flame burns up clear, to see his hands and just a glimpse of himself and the patch he stands on visible, and around him, in place of all that human comfort and beauty he anticipated – darkness still.
Life is a lot more interesting if you are interested in the people and the places around you. So, illuminate your little patch of ground, the people that you know, the things that you want to commemorate. Light them up with your art, with your music, with your writing, with whatever it is that you do.
When you incline to have new clothes, look first well over the old ones, and see if you cannot shift with them another year, either by scouring, mending, or even patching if necessary. Remember, a patch on your coat, and money in your pocket, is better and more creditable, than a writ on your back, and no money to take it off.
I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep beside you each night, Patch told me gravely. I want to take care of you, cherish you, and love you in a way no other man ever could. I want to spoil you — every kiss, every touch, every thought, they all belong to you. I’ll make you happy. Every day, I’ll make you happy.
Cooking isn’t taught, Patch said. It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry? I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry? Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.
It would be like a cleansing diet. The problem was, the only diet I’d ever been on backfired. Once I tried to go an entire month without chocolate. Not one bite. At the end of two weeks, I broke down and binged on more chocolate that I would have eaten in three months. I hoped my chocolate-free diet didn’t foreshadow what would happen if I tried to avoid Patch.
Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver necklace that flashed against his dark complexion. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms, and I could see his muscles working as he punched buttons. He was tall and lean and hard, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if under his clothes he bore several scars, souvenirs from street fights and other reckless behavior. Not that I wanted a look under his clothes.
That’s an unfortunate place for a birthmark, I said, more than a little unnerved that it was so similarly positioned to my own scar. Patch casually but noticeably slid his sleeve down over his wrist. You’d prefer it someplace more private? I wouldn’t prefer it anywhere. I wasn’t sure how this sounded and tried again. I wouldn’t care if you didn’t have it at all. I tried a third time. I don’t care about your birthmark, period.
It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death. It does make a difference, I said, my voice small but confident. You and I share the same blood. I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.