Nameno stood by the bar as Billy placed a Quacktail in front of each of us. Nameno raised his glass high into the air and began: “We have come a long way, each of us, to find ourselves in this room on this night. Every Quack has had a large part in all that we have done. Now we venture into the unknown. A place where each of us must use our abilities in common and help guide each other along the way. We have finally found our eleventh Quack, our fair son, who has been able to spur us into this void of the unknown. Drown out the reality that exists beyond these doors with the downing of your Quacktail and we shall proceed.”
“Here, here,” the room echoed as each Quack finished his Quacktail.
“Well, fair son, please join me up here.”
I slowly rose from my seat and made my way towards the bar. As I did so, Billy was pouring two rounds – one for Nameno, one for me.
“Are you ready?” Nameno asked? I merely nodded. “Grab your Quacktail and follow me.”
The room fell silent as the two of us approached the door with the strobe lit voice. We entered the room and closed the door. The strobe was flickering faster than before, and it was harder to figure out where I was going. I followed Nameno through squinted eyes. My eyes were beginning to burn from the last Quacktail, so I took another sip of mine hoping the burn would subside. It didn’t. The two of us walked down the dark stairs into the room where I first met Nameno. The Four Parts of Man were still emblazoned above the Kaleidoscope circle. As we approached, we once again heard the riddle from the voice:
“To enter this Gate the Quack must have the key.
However, this key one cannot see.
It exists in words that can be told.
But only by men who feel as bold.
There are two sides, existing in space.
There are two sides among your race.
Conflicting Existence is how it’s described.
And because of it many men have died.
The names of the two sides are what I seek.
I need these names within a week.
Look within these words I now say to you.
The answer is immersed in the clues.
Two sides compete every day.
Their names I must hear you say.
One side deals in the past and the future.
They analyze both to try to control the present.
This gives them a false reality
as they are stuck to deal in space-time limitations.
The other side deals in the present.
They sense the moment with their organ of sensation.
Their mind registers and catalogues the sensations and the experience
as they deal in the Here and Now.
The two names I need, within a week.
These two names I seek a Quack to speak.”
The voice continued, “The time has come Quacks. I need the two names now or this Gate shall be shut for centuries.”
Nameno looked at me and nodded. I began to speak.
“Do’ers and Be’ers.”
“Very good, you have passed. The Quacks have come a long way since the last time they came upon me. I must warn you, though. What you are about to cross over to has not been seen or understood in ages. However, there is one condition that exists in crossing through the Kaleidoscope - only two of you can cross over at a time. Only one of you two is ready. The other who is ready is still upstairs. You have an hour to decide which one of you is ready and who the second will be. Make your decision wisely. I will give you one clue as to what lies beyond the Kaleidoscope: Beyond this Gate everything deals with a geometric object, existence and their relationship to each other.
Nameno turned to look at me and spoke quick and clearly, “You stay here, fair son. I will send the other down as soon as I can to go with you. Don’t fear. I think I know exactly who to send.
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