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The Wind That Rushes West.

From Moneydie, by Iain Davie.

The wind from the east rushes west.

One morning early Medici collected Donna from the Villa di Careggi, and they rode into town.

Dark cypresses and hedges of fragrant laurel lined their path, yielding to spectacular views of the river from time to time, flashing as if quicksilver in the sun, as they descended through the terraces and vines north of the city.

There was a table set for her beside Lorenzo Ghiberti’s Gates of Paradise, outside the Baptistery.

Gleaming in gold leaf was the composition of figures and architecture, and that day Medici again talked, and Donna listened, taking notes, as local passers-by looked on somewhat perplexed.

That a woman, young, might sit by a wooden trestle in front of golden gates writing letters into models with her quills.

That they might rise as birds to heaven, unlike swords and shaking spears, which in the hands of men had become the cause of such fearful misery and death.

Passers-by at times transformed from fleeting love of beauty to scientists of purpose, seeing Donna in the act of wrestling an infinite variety of elements in the most beautiful of passages.

That the wrinkles of time had cast an apostrophe before the perfect beauty of her face.

In amplification transforming the self-selecting audience from passer-by to the richer harmony of onlooker with curious eyes.

That as soon as ever opened, as if beholding all the stars of our hemisphere.

It was there!

Right then!

The wind that rushes west.

In that face seeing the sun from the instance it appears proceeding, as the mind passes in an instance compassing east and west.

Critical mass tensioned by temptation.

Such was the patient exposition, the origin and whole structure of the anatomy of thinking man, in the blinking of a curious passing eye.

And so the valid thoughts of the intelligent and unbiased were promoted in status to bystander, and those canny fair-minded spectators, were never shouted down as we see in politics as counterproductive outsiders, and if they persisted, never transmuted to untouchables for the crime of valid observation.

Donna had taken an interest in the instruments of percussion and their orchestration related to winds from the old manuscripts Medici had given her access to at the Villa di Careggi.

One set of documents was the composition of Pico della Mirandola, the first gentile scholar to master the ancient mystical theology of Kabbalah.

Another set was the collection of notebooks and papers from the artist Leonardo another former student.

Her interest especially vesting in the winds from Jupiter.

As the cause of the wind appeared to be time, and its effects were movements.

Symbiain Intelligence.

Clearer evidence.

Better questions.

Human judgement.