05/25/2027 “The Greatest Influence to Humanity…

“After I left Merlin, I took an old Viking vessel east and wound up at a small Viking village in what is today Norway. It was the first time I stayed someplace for twenty years, but not the last. As a midwife, you have become a trusted member of the family. Watching a child and family grow over ten years seems like days. So much happens so quickly. Those twenty years seemed to evaporate. Yet it became painfully obvious as others aged and I remained the same that somehow I was different. I moved on. I made my way back to Italy, which had become like a flower over the millennium. City States blossomed. Death and life coexisted so tightly. As was my program, I chartered a course for the most influential family to become a nursemaid for. By the 1400’s it became evident that the social driver had completed the shift to money as a center around which this young rebirth of society pivoted. I made my way to Florence and quickly found myself at the center of the Medici family.

I had always thought that influencing the offspring of families on the trajectory of greatness was the best way to influence the course of humanity. The Medici proved this strategy wrong, at least in this case. I helped bring Lorenzo into the world. His mother, Lucrezia Tornabuoni, a writer of sonnets and a friend to poets and philosophers, listened to my counsel and provided every opportunity of learning to Lorenzo. I stayed long enough to do the same for Lorenzo and his children, then it was time to move, again staying longer than I should have. I moved on to Paris, a specific reason, another story for another time. I remember visiting Italy during that time, to visit a sculptor painter who was being talked about. I wanted to see for myself. I visited my old friend whom by this time had become Pope, and asked to meet this artisan. I was taken to a large room with blocks of marble in various stages of being sculpted. Looking at the shapes being pulled from the cold stone, at that point I realized I had missed the mark for the time at the Medici family. This person, sculptor, artisan, craftsman, none of these nor any other could describe who he was, what he was doing. There was literally a spirit being released through the cold stone. To see these, each their own story of a moment, a fraction of a second of life striving, straining to be more than the shortness time allowed.

You, Max, have that same spirit. Your code isn’t just code. It’s that expression of something striving to know what’s beyond the provided split second of life. Elegance is time-bound, too simple a term for this.

The sculptor had no time for me, and I had no basis with which to structure an introduction. I simply thanked him and apologized for the disruption. As I left I knew I had been wrong to a greater or lesser extent in my strategy to impact humanity toward an improved outcome.

The greatest influence to humanity is to inspire.

Maya froze, something I had never seen her do, simply staring blankly for a brief second. For that second I thought something terrible had happened to her, and then she slightly moved her head to fix her gaze back on me.

In that split second the image of the sculptor and Hank became one and the same in Maya’s thought. Impossible. She thought, something is askew, it is not possible, all this time?

About this short story:

With a tip of the hat to 1000 Naked Words, and inspired by What I learnt after writing a Medium post every day for 2 months by Shirley Lee, (364) The Evolution of Finding Shit to Write About Every Day for a Damn Year, and following my own advice, I’m setting upon the journey to write a very short story per day, a sketch, nothing special, yet perhaps a slight improvement over the previous day. The idea is that every day, in and of itself, is its own adventure, its own story. The framework for these short stories loosely happen within the context of the draft of “One,” the second part of time.



Who is Hank M. Greene?

“I am what I said I am, a storyteller. But, you may be asking, from whence did I come and to where do I go? ‘Ten’ holds the key to where I go, and it’s to be determined from whence I came.”

Read the draft of Book 1: Ten by Hank M. Greene @ https://sites.google.com/view/time-a-trilogy/

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