I skyggen af et træ - Angela

Moira sad i skyggen af et træ hun havde fundet i sidste uge og læste. Det var et godt sted at få lidt ro og sidde uforstyrret. Stedets største fordel, var at højt græs fuldstændig skjulte en fra vejen, hvis man satte sig rigtigt. En anden god ting, var at man kunne sidde behageligt mellem to rødder og en sten. Hun var kommet her en del siden hun havde fundet det. Det var både godt at tænke, skrive og læse.

"Hear the ticking of a clock
The sound of life itself
No one really wants to die
To save the world
Tell me that you're torn asunder
From how we fail to learn
And tell me as the Earth goes under
Where's your anger now?"

Læste Angela højt og rynkede brynene "surely this is not meant as seriously as it is written" sagde hun

"How do you mean miss?" spurgte Hana undrende, der havde forsøgt at følge med i det lange digt Miss Morrison havde besluttet sig for skulle deles

"No one really wants to die
To save the world"? But of course people are willing to give their life to save the world... it must be a critique that not enough people are willing to give their life?" undrende hun sig højt

Angela og Hana var ude og spadsere, minsandten lige forbi det træ Moira sad ved

Moira havde siddet i sine egne tanker, indtil hun hørte stemmer. Først havde hun lukket dem ude, men så havde hun genkendt ordene. Nogen gik og citerede hendes digte. Hun satte sig lidt mere op og lyttede interesseret med. Hun kom til at smile svagt, da hun hørte den unge kvinde snakke. En kritiker, sådan da. Altid glad for at have sine ord snakket om, rejste hun sig fra sit skjul.


"Nej, det er skam skrevet i den dybeste alvor" sagde hun og konstaterede til sin overraskelse at det var Angela Morrison, der gik og læste hendes poesi.

Angela og Hana så begge overrasket på Moira!

"Mr. O'Deorain" sagde Angela og rynkede brynene ... hun skulle til at spørge til hvad han bestilte her, da ordene han havde sagt gik op for hende "De kan vel ikke mene i dybeste alvor at ingen ville give deres liv for at redde verden?"

Moira overvejede det lidt. "Hm .. I find it hard to fathom .. and I have yet to meet anyone who I think would actually do it" hun smilte svagt. "I think however, that some people would give their life, or imagine they would, to preserve their own image of self"

Angela hævede et øjenbryn "so you say that no person would actually give up their life, with the world in mind. But would be willing to give up their life, to protect the image they had build up for themselves. That it would be the wish to be the sort of person who would give up their life, and not actually the person?" spurgte hun skeptisk

Hana blinkede med øjnene og så lidt forvirret mellem dem

Moira nikkede lidt. "Yes." sagde hun. "I belive we are selfish creatures by nature, but have build a world, where that is not acceptable. We lie to our selves and each other as to not seem selfish. But in our heart, I think we all are. For one person, why would it matter if the world died, if they were not there to live it?"

"How about the concern and the love for the people who would still be living in it? The wish that the people they have known and come to care for, would still leave, the knowlegde that those people would still wake up in the morning and live, laugh, smile?" spurgte hun skeptisk

Moira så hende lidt an. "But what would that mean to a death man? I think many people tell themselves it would matter, but if they were truly honest .. I doubt it would"

"I most assuringly disagree with you" sagde Angela og hævede et øjenbryn "that you would not give your life for the world is not the same as no other person would"

Moira så hende an. "Can you with surety say that you know any who would. Just for the world, npt for anything more selfish"

"Yes. I would. And I believe my brother would as well." sagde hun uden at blinke.

Moira kom til at smile og så hende an. "You would?" spurgte hun interesseret. "Why?"

"To save the world, the people in it" hun rynkede brynene "how could I not?"

Moira så hende an. "If you died, why would it matter?" spurgte hun interesseret

"If I lived how would it matter?" hun rynkede brynene "knowing that my family and my friends were safe, I would happily give my life. Even if I am dead, that does not change them being alive."

Moira så hende an. "But it has no impact on you. Being dead, that means being gone. I do believe most people would rather live, even if only for a ahort wj´hile longer"

"No, not if that meant that my family and friends would die.. and that they could have lived much longer. Never. I would give my life in a heartbeat" sagde hun.

Moira så hende lidt an. "Hm … And only for their sake?" spurgte hun interesseret

Angela rynkede brynene lidt... "perhaps not only" sagde hun "I do not know if I could even claim any sort of happiness in living, if all I loved died... because of me."

Moira nikkede lidt og så hende an. "And this is your full motivation?"

"Yes, I would like to think so." sagde hun og så lidt udfordrende på hende

Moira smilte lidt smugly. "Exactly. You would like to think so"

"I see you do not believe that to be the case" fnøs hun "not everyone see the world as cruel and mishapen as you Mr. O'Deorain."

Moira kom til at smile. "No, some people are blinded and prefer only to se what they wish to be there"