Being Teased
Vulcan,
Last
year it was ‘requested’ by the house of Surak (probably by T’Pau,) that I begin
a translation of the teachings of Gol. Sarek agreed
that a greater understanding of the philosophy of Gol
would discourage humans from unwisely aspiring to Kolinahr. Of course, no
single being can fully embrace the entire teachings. That would take centuries, but the
rudimentary foundation for human understanding is attainable.
I
admit to a fascination since I embarked on my study, some of the teachings have
aided in my own incapacity to control. Indeed, I have even begun to study the
first levels.
Sru, my attaché at Gol (and my mentor,) has
insisted I attempt several of the practises to aid my understanding. Normally
when undergoing a trial, I would remain at
K’torr translates as the ‘absence of’ and the trail does what it means.
Basically one has to give up, for a period of time, the primary pleasures of
living. However, the sacrifice is given significance when one is exposed to
those pleasures.
It
has been six days, twelve hours since I started the trail of K’torr and I have so far managed to abstain from anything
that previously gave me pleasure.
However,
two hours ago my husband came out of our bedroom, on the supposed pretence of
losing his nightshirt, dressed in nothing but his slippers … and I swear he was
smiling.