Sword of Aquarius

Aquarius is the "Water-Bearer." In Greek myth, Aquarius was Ganymede, a young boy that was kidnapped by Zeus, the chief of the Olympian gods, to become the cupbearer for the Olympian gods. In today's world the face of Zeus is the invisible face of the world empire that withdrew its proper name and is consequently but faintly known with such names as the New World Order, the Illuminate, the fondi, etc.. There are many Ganymedes pressed into service today by the modern Zeus, most of whom are mere boys, even though they occupy top posts of power). They are the ones who in their small-minded 'innocence' bear the cup that mankind is forced to drink. We may still call them Aquarius, while the water they bear in their cup is becoming increasingly bitter and poisonous, and is becoming a murderous 'sword.'

When the novel was first written, the notion that there would be such as sword seemed improbable. The sword was chosen for that very reason, to be used as a theatrical device to serve for a background to exploring a special facet of a developing love that likewise seemed improbable. But times have changed, and rapidly so. The improbable sword has become evermore probable, while the improbable love seems almost totally impossible now as the modern world is being torn asunder by ever-deepening divisions. However, these changes in the background of a darkening world have not watered down the essence of the vistas presented in the story. They have made it stronger, and its threads of love perhaps more precious and more immediate.

In the story 'Aquarius' becomes defeated, but not before some of its poison is spilled. This is fiction of course, but will it remain that? The trend is that in the world Aquarius is increasingly honoured rather than being defeated. And so we must deal with the consequences for which the vistas in the novel provide a chilling background, even though the story is rich with vistas of personal warmth.

Now,  what is our hope in all of that? Do we hope that none of that will ever happen, so that the cup remains sweet that the cupbearer serves? The boy is mankind, and mankind has the capcity to love no matter what Zeus demands. And so, should we throw out the precious out of fear that it might be poison? Maybe as we become more sensitive to the poison, then the precious aspects that we thereby protect will become more precious still? And what about our love, should its greater challenges cause us to love less?