The Pyramid

       I have traveled far for this.  Ebjan is clear across the galaxy from my home world.  But I need answers.  My people have been decimated and my culture is in tatters.  I tried to stop this from happening.  The Galactic War had grown too destructive.  I should know since I bore responsibility for much of the destruction.  My acts of heroism or villainy mean nothing now.  For it is over.  Now there lays before me only a void.  I’m hoping the legendary temple on the planet Ebjan will hold some answers for me on where to go from here.  It is said to be as old as the galactic center itself but that is just nonsense.  All came from the galactic center so clearly whoever built it must in turn have been born from there first before the task of construction commenced.  Still I have heard tales of it’s miracles and at this point am willing to try anything.

       As I enter the atmosphere of Ebjan it does not take me long to spot the temple.  I see no ports but the land around it is flat and clear so I simply bring my craft down there.  I walk the dry gray cracked soil until I can almost touch the structure.  Something makes me stop suddenly.  I gaze at the columns of colors.  Each color has a row that ascends all the way to the point.  I can’t make out what color the pinnacle stone is though from my vantage point.  

        I stand there and wonder if my voyage was an act of foolishness.  What does a pyramid however ornate have to aid me?  Just as I am about to turn back a figure appears beside me.  I instinctively reach for my weapon.  

        “No need”, says the feathered being.  Her shades of blue almost matching one of the shades of the pyramid blocks.  “You come seeking the wisdom of the pyramid?”

        “If it have any wisdom to bestow to me”, I answer.

        “Then let us see.”  The figure walks to the nearest row of colored stones which are a reddish hue.  I follow with trepidation.  “Touch the stone”, she entreats me.

         The red stone reveals itself to be even more massive against my hand.  I don’t know what I expected to happen but can’t hide my disappointment when nothing does.  It is not lost on the stranger with me.

        “The red stones call forth physical safety.  You feel very safe.”

        I can’t help but smirk at the ignorance of this odd entity.  “You don’t know who I am?  I am the great Tholomew who has laid entire planets to rubble.  I have commanded armies as vast as the seas of this world.  What could I possibly have to fear?”

        The figure’s eyes stay steady on me for a moment.  She then turns and walks to the next row.  I follow.  She gestures once more for me to place my hand on the orange stone.  I humor her.  

        “The orange stone indicates pleasures of the body.  You know of such things well I take it.”

        I chuckle.  “That’s one way of putting it.”  My guide through this very unimpressive temple simply nods and walks to the next row of yellow stones.  “Let me guess”, I sneer, “Put my hand on the yellow part.”  I do just that.

        “The yellow indicates mastery of thyself.”

        “I’m a warrior.  A warrior must have full mastery of the body and mind.”  The feathers of my companion gently shift as she turns to move to the next green row of stones.  

        Catching on I move to place my hand on the temple once more but to my disbelief I cannot.  I push with all my might but my hand stays just above the stone.  Some force prevents me from making contact with the green.  Suddenly a star like design etches itself on the green blocks.  All the way up the pyramid this circular pattern appears in repetition.  I can even make it out on the point, although I cannot say for certain if it was always there or not.  “What happened?”, I ask.

        “The green is for compassion.  You do not know this so that is where you must now concentrate your energies on.”

        “I do not have time for this”, I bellow.  “I need to find a way to save my people.”

        My guide touches her beak for a moment as she looks me up and down.  “You are a powerful entity.  You have mastered all the physical world.  You fear nothing that it can offer.  But you have shut yourself off to the intangible and that is where you and your people’s salivation will lie.”

        “This is nonsense.”

        “You sought the wisdom of the temple and it has given it to you.  Master love for that is where all things lead and where all things come.”

        “You do not think I have wept for my people?”
        “You only wept for what you have loss not what you have gained.”

        “I have gained nothing.”

        “Have you?”  With that she spins her body around and begins to walk away.  

        “What about the other colors”, I cry out.

        She halts and turns back to me.  “They make all things possible but you cannot know them without knowing the heart.”  

        I watch her disappear over the horizon.  I whirl back to the pyramid and pound my first against the green brick with the golden symbol.  Once more I am thwarted from making contact.  I turn away in disgust and head back to my ship.