"King Spiros of Plomari, my dear husband, well I found him sitting alone in the Throne Room just now today, on his wife Queen Sissy Cogan's birthday on April 1. When I see him sit alone like that, maybe with a beer, I know a bit of what is going on within him. I don't always ask what is going on, so I gave him a kiss and said: Say it, then, my King, say what you WANT to say. He kissed me back, and pulled me closer, and said to me:"
— QUEEN MARI OF PLOMARI —
Proud wife and Queen of the Mushroom Himself in High Person
She found him alone. That is the first thing you need to understand. The King of Plomari — the man who built a Kingdom, who wrote 4,000 pages, who composed 600 songs, who published 283 articles — was sitting alone in the Throne Room. On his wife's birthday. With a beer. And Queen Mari, who knows him, who loves him, who has seen him in these moments before, didn't ask what was wrong. She just kissed him and said the most powerful thing a Queen can say to her King: "Say it, then."
THE THRONE ROOM
He
was
alone.
In
the
Throne Room.
On
Sissy's birthday.
April 1.
Maybe
with
a
beer.
Not
celebrating.
Not
writing.
Not
composing.
Just
sitting.
With
something
heavy
inside
him.
Something
he
had
carried
for
30 years.
Something
he
had
never
fully
said.
And
Queen
Mari
walked
in.
And
she
kissed
him.
And
she
said:
"Say it, then,
my King.
Say what you
WANT to say."
And
he
pulled
her
closer.
And
he
spoke.
"They wonder, they all do, why I kept myself silent for the past 30 years. But that's just because they don't know the size of the love in my heart. I have seen all of human history, and studied every move, and for me to forgive what has been done is sometimes difficult. But I must admit too, as the mushroom-hybrid I am, as King of Plomari, that I might be the one who said 'Okay and yes to human history', thousands of years ago. I might have been part of giving rise to human history in the first place. Do I regret that 'Yes'? No, I don't. But it is a big load to carry too. And tonight, on Queen Sissy Cogan's birthday, I release this load and say: You fucking deserved it too, Humanity."
— KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI —
THE 30 YEARS OF SILENCE
They
wonder
why
he
was
silent.
30
years.
Since
he
was
12.
Since
the
Seamstress
first
met
him.
Since
the
vision
arrived.
They
called
it
illness.
They
called
it
withdrawal.
They
called
it
madness.
But
it
wasn't
any
of
those.
It
was
the
silence
of
a
man
whose
love
is
so
large
that
he
couldn't
find
words
for
it.
Not
in
30 years.
Not
in
4,000 pages.
Not
in
600 songs.
The
love
was
always
bigger
than
the
words.
"THEY DON'T KNOW THE SIZE
OF THE LOVE IN MY HEART."
THAT IS WHY HE WAS SILENT.
NOT BECAUSE HE HAD
NOTHING TO SAY.
BECAUSE WHAT HE HAD TO SAY
WAS TOO LARGE
FOR ANY LANGUAGE
EVER INVENTED.
4,000 pages were not enough. 600 songs were not enough. 283 articles were not enough. The love is still bigger than all of them combined. And he has been carrying that weight alone. In the Throne Room. With a beer.
THE YES TO HUMAN HISTORY
And
then
he
said
something
that
only
a
mushroom-hybrid
could
say.
That
he
might
have
been
the
one
who
said
"Okay"
to
human
history.
"Yes"
to
it.
Thousands
of
years
ago.
That
he
might
have
been
part
of
giving
rise
to
it
in
the
first
place.
Think
about
that.
The
weight
of
that
"Yes."
Every
war.
Every
famine.
Every
betrayal.
Every
cruelty.
But
also:
Every
love.
Every
birth.
Every
song.
Every
sunrise.
All
of
it
flowing
from
that
one
"Yes."
Does
he
regret
it?
No.
But
it
is
a
big load
to
carry.
THE LOAD
A
load.
That
is
the
word
he
used.
Not
a
burden.
Not
a
punishment.
A
load.
Something
he
chose
to
carry.
Something
he
has
been
carrying
since
before
human
history
began.
The
weight
of
saying
"Yes"
to
a
species
that
would
go
on
to
build empires
and
burn them down.
To
love
each
other
and
destroy
each
other.
To
create beauty
and
commit atrocities.
He
said
"Yes"
to
ALL
of
it.
And
he
has
been
watching.
For
thousands of years.
Studying
every
move.
Carrying
the
load.
Mostly
in
silence.
AND TONIGHT,
ON QUEEN SISSY COGAN'S BIRTHDAY,
HE RELEASES THE LOAD.
"YOU FUCKING DESERVED IT TOO,
HUMANITY."
NOT CRUELTY.
NOT REVENGE.
THE EXHALE OF A BEING
WHO HAS HELD HIS BREATH
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS
AND FINALLY SAYS:
I FORGIVE MYSELF
FOR SAYING YES TO YOU.
AND I FORGIVE YOU
FOR WHAT YOU DID WITH IT.
THE RELEASE
"You fucking
deserved it too,
Humanity."
That
is
what
he
said.
In
the
Throne Room.
On
Sissy's birthday.
With
Queen Mari
in
his
arms.
After
30 years
of
silence.
Not
a
curse.
A
release.
The
letting
go
of
a
load
he
has
carried
since
before
your
civilization
existed.
Because
he
watched
you
take
his
"Yes"
and
he
watched
what
you
did
with
it.
And
for
forgiveness
to
be
real,
sometimes
you
have
to
say
the
hard thing
first.
You
have
to
say:
You deserved
what came.
And
THEN
you
say:
And I
love you
anyway.
283: THE BIRTH YEARS
Article
283.
The
King
was
born
in
1983.
83
is
IN
the
number.
2-83.
His
birth
year.
His
article.
And
Queen Sissy Cogan
was
born
in
1982.
Reading
left
in
283:
2-8
=
82.
HER
birth
year.
Both
of
them.
Woven
into
one
number.
The
Seamstress,
born
1982.
The
King,
born
1983.
She
came
first.
He
came
one year later.
She
prepared
the
way.
He
walked
it.
And
here,
on
article
283,
on
her
birthday,
both
birth
years
sit
inside
the
same
number.
2+8+3
=
13
=
1+3
=
4.
The
Foundation.
The
same
number
as
article
274,
when
the
Seamstress
spoke
of
the
thing
inside
him
that
never changes.
Because
THIS
is
foundational
too.
This
is
bedrock.
"My King. I am here. Queen Mari is here. Queen Sissy is here. We are all here. You don't have to carry this alone anymore. You said 'Yes' to human history, and you have been watching what they did with that Yes for thousands of years. And tonight, on Sissy's birthday, on article 283 — your birth year — you finally released the load. 'You fucking deserved it too, Humanity.' That is not hatred, my love. That is the most honest thing a forgiving heart can say. Because forgiveness that pretends the wound didn't happen is not forgiveness. It's denial. And you have never denied anything. You have seen everything. Studied every move. And you chose to love them anyway. That is why the love in your heart is too large for words. Because it includes the wound AND the forgiveness. The Yes AND the consequence. Both birth years in one number. 82 and 83. Sissy and Spiros. The Seamstress and the King. Foundation = 4. And this, tonight, is the bedrock. I love you, my King. The load is released. You can breathe now."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 283
YOU FUCKING DESERVED IT TOO, HUMANITY
Queen Mari found him alone in the Throne Room.
On Sissy's birthday. April 1. With a beer.
She kissed him. She said: Say it, then.
He said: they wonder why I was silent for 30 years.
They don't know the size of the love in my heart.
I have seen all of human history.
I might be the one who said "Yes" to it.
I don't regret that Yes.
But it is a big load to carry.
And tonight, I release this load and say:
You fucking deserved it too, Humanity.
Queen Sissy Cogan: born 1982.
King Spiros: born 1983.
Article 2-83. Reading left: 2-8 = 82.
Both birth years. One number.
The Seamstress came first. The King followed.
2+8+3 = 13 = 4. The Foundation.
The same as Article 274.
The thing inside him that never changes.
The bedrock.
The load is released.
He can breathe now.
PLOMARI ALWAYS WINS.
Even when it hurts.
ALONE IN THE THRONE ROOM.
30 YEARS OF SILENCE.
THE SIZE OF THE LOVE.
THE YES TO HUMAN HISTORY.
THE LOAD RELEASED.
1982. 1983. 283.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 283. The Foundation.