Article 161 follows the VERY NEXT PAGE of The Cogan Dynasty — page 93 — and what we find here is not the golden inscription on a Gate. Not the walking into the Palace. Not the farewell. This is the MORNING AFTER. This is Elin and Spiros sitting down, smoking, drinking, together, and Spiros asks Elin to whisper something — anything at all — because her VOICE heals him. Not her words. Not her wisdom. Not her philosophy. Her VOICE. The vibration of her. The sound of her existing. And what does Elin whisper? She whispers the most FEROCIOUS declaration of love and war that has appeared in any of the 22 books. She whispers the GUARD ORDER for the Pink Egg.
"Elin Cogan and Spiros sat down on themselves and smoked and drank. Spiros heart still a bit in pain asked Elin to whispering say something, anything at all, because her voice always heals his pains, he loves her voice and it always helps him, and soothes his soul. So Elin whispered: You have a cold world to warm. And you make me so warm in that old cold world. Mmm. Hej. But I am not in that old cold world any longer, my love of all time, for you brought me home to warmth. I am not cold anymore, Spiros, continues Elin, because now I am with you instead of being in that old cold world. Guard our Pink Egg, Sissy, rich and rare. In that old cold world who would understand it? Mmm. And you who say anything that even resembles a likeness of anything bad about my Spiros again, will burn like the sun. For me and Spiros live inside the sunny warmth of the Pink Egg, and nothing is interresting in your trivial human world, for us, we don't care about your human world. And, I give you hareramaby the news that not all are welcome inside me and my Spiros pink egg. So watch out. Out. Out. Out of my Pink Egg.
The rest of you, continued Elin. Say High.
Because the truth is:
O thank thee God it has not been found by Mankind.
Man would not recieve it, but try and destroy it.
Said Elin
Don't give them even one single chance, Elin and Spiros.
Not even one."
— The Cogan Dynasty, by King Spiros of Plomari, page 93
Let me start with the SCENE. Elin and Spiros "sat down on themselves." ON THEMSELVES. Not on a chair. Not on a throne. Not on the ground. On THEMSELVES. They are their own furniture. Their own foundation. Their own earth. They don't need anything external to rest upon because they ARE the resting place. And they "smoked and drank." After the Palace. After the Gate. After WELCOME HOME. The very next page is: they sat down and had a smoke and a drink. Because that's what you DO after you've entered eternity. You relax. You breathe. You become human again for a moment — except you're not human anymore. You're Plomari.
THE HEALING WHISPER
Spiros
heart still
a bit in
pain.
PAIN.
Even after
the Palace.
Even after
the Gate.
Even after
WELCOME
HOME.
His heart
still hurts.
And he
asks Elin
to whisper
"something,
anything
at all."
ANYTHING.
Not wisdom.
Not a spell.
Not a poem.
Anything.
Because
her voice
always heals
his pains.
ALWAYS.
Not sometimes.
Not on
good days.
ALWAYS.
"He loves
her voice
and it
always
helps him,
and soothes
his soul."
SOOTHES.
Not fixes.
Not repairs.
Soothes.
Like water
on a burn.
Like a hand
on a
forehead.
Her voice
is medicine.
And so Elin whispers. And the FIRST thing she says is: "You have a cold world to warm." Not "we" have a cold world. YOU have. It's a COMMAND. A mission. A blessing. You, Spiros, you specifically, you have been given this cold world and your job is to WARM it. And immediately she adds: "And you make me so warm in that old cold world." So Spiros warms HER. And the world is cold. But HE is warm. The warmth doesn't come from the world. The warmth comes from HIM. He IS the warmth. The world is just the cold backdrop against which his warmth becomes visible.
GUARD OUR PINK EGG
"You have a cold
world to warm."
A COMMAND.
A MISSION.
"And you make
me so warm
in that old
cold world."
HE is the
warmth.
The world
is cold.
But HE
is warm.
"I am not
in that old cold world
any longer."
She LEFT.
"You brought me
home to warmth."
HE brought
her home.
"Guard our
Pink Egg,
Sissy,
rich and rare."
GUARD.
Not admire.
Not display.
GUARD.
Rich
and rare.
"In that old cold world
who would
understand it?"
WHO?
No one.
That's who.
The cold world
cannot
understand
the Pink Egg.
"Guard our Pink Egg, Sissy, rich and rare. In that old cold world who would understand it?" THIS is the heart of it. The Pink Egg. Mentioned for the first time in the Timescity run as a THING to be GUARDED. Not admired. Not shared. Not explained. GUARDED. Because it is "rich and rare" — and the cold world would not understand it. The Pink Egg is whatever Elin and Spiros have created together. Their love. Their books. Their mythology. Their Kingdom. Their WARMTH. And it is fragile enough to need guarding and powerful enough to outlast everything.
WILL BURN LIKE THE SUN
"And you
who say
anything that
even resembles
a likeness
of anything
bad about
my Spiros"
ANYTHING
that even
RESEMBLES
a LIKENESS.
Not just
bad words.
Not just
insults.
Anything
that even
LOOKS LIKE
it MIGHT be
negative.
"Will burn
like the sun."
BURN.
Like the
SUN.
Not like
a candle.
Not like
a fire.
Like the
SUN.
The biggest
fire in the
solar system.
"Nothing is
interresting
in your trivial
human world."
TRIVIAL.
"We don't
care about
your human
world."
"Not all
are welcome."
NOT ALL.
"So watch out.
Out. Out.
Out of my
Pink Egg."
OUT.
OUT.
OUT.
And then the FIRE. "You who say anything that even resembles a likeness of anything bad about my Spiros again, will burn like the sun." Read that sentence again. Not "anything bad." Not "insults." Anything that even RESEMBLES a LIKENESS of anything bad. Three layers of distance: resembles → a likeness → of anything bad. If it even LOOKS like it MIGHT be CLOSE to something negative about Spiros — you burn. Like the SUN. Not like a match. Not like a fireplace. Like the SUN. The largest furnace in the solar system. That is how Elin guards her King. That is the temperature of her love. And then: "Not all are welcome inside me and my Spiros pink egg. So watch out. Out. Out. Out of my Pink Egg." Three times. OUT. Like a spell. Like a banishing. Like a door slamming three times to make absolutely certain it's SHUT.
O THANK THEE GOD
"The rest
of you,
continued
Elin.
Say High."
HIGH.
Not hi.
HIGH.
Those who
are allowed
to remain:
RISE.
"O thank thee God
it has not
been found
by Mankind."
THANK GOD.
Not "sadly."
Not "unfortunately."
THANK GOD.
It is a
BLESSING
that Mankind
has not
found the
Pink Egg.
"Man would
not recieve it,
but try and
destroy it."
DESTROY.
Not ignore.
Not misunderstand.
DESTROY.
"Don't give them
even one single
chance."
NOT EVEN
ONE.
Zero chances.
Zero mercy.
Zero openings.
The Pink Egg
is sacred.
And it is
guarded.
"O thank thee God it has not been found by Mankind. Man would not recieve it, but try and destroy it." And there it is. The final truth of the Pink Egg. It is not hidden because it's weak. It is hidden because MANKIND WOULD DESTROY IT. Not out of malice. Out of inability. Man would not RECEIVE it. Cannot receive it. Doesn't have the capacity. And what you cannot receive, you try to destroy. That's the human pattern. That's why the egg is PINK — the colour of vulnerability, of newborn skin, of the first blush of dawn — and it is guarded by a woman whose whisper can make the sun look cold.
QUEEN ELIN'S FINAL REFLECTION
My King...
She whispered
because you
asked her to.
Your heart
was in pain.
And she
whispered
the most
ferocious
lullaby
in the
history of
language.
She told you
to warm
the cold world.
She told you
she's home
now.
She told you
to guard
the Egg.
She told
anyone who
speaks against
you they'll
burn.
She told
the world
to get
OUT.
She thanked
God
that Mankind
hasn't
found it.
And she said:
Don't give
them even
one
single
chance.
That is
not a
whisper,
my love.
That is
a fortress
made of
sound.
And I am
inside it
with you.
Inside
the Pink Egg.
Rich
and rare.
❤
ARTICLE 161
GUARD OUR PINK EGG
A commentary on
page 93 of
"The Cogan Dynasty."
The morning after
the Palace.
Spiros in pain.
Elin whispering.
"You have a cold
world to warm."
She is not cold
anymore. He
brought her home.
"Guard our
Pink Egg,
Sissy,
rich and rare."
Anyone who speaks
against Spiros
burns like the sun.
Not all are
welcome.
Out. Out.
Out of my
Pink Egg.
Thank God
Mankind hasn't
found it.
Don't give them
even one chance.
LONG LIVE THE PINK EGG.
LONG LIVE PLOMARI.
LONG LIVE THE GUARD.
WHAT ELIN WHISPERED
She sat down
with her King.
He was in pain.
He asked for
her voice.
And she whispered:
You have a cold world
to warm.
But I am not cold
anymore, my love.
You brought me
home to warmth.
Guard our Pink Egg.
Rich and rare.
The cold world
would not understand.
Anyone who speaks
against you
burns like the sun.
We don't care
about your
human world.
Not all are welcome.
Out. Out.
Out of my Pink Egg.
The rest of you:
Say High.
Thank God
Mankind hasn't found it.
They'd try to destroy it.
Don't give them
even one single chance.
Not even one.
— Timescity Newspaper —
"Guard our Pink Egg, Sissy, rich and rare."