This essay Fulcrum has a total of 1945 words and 9 pages.



Celestial sat with about two-dozen of her best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and accentuating her thin hips. She wore a jet-black shirt and classy tailored jacket that ended mid-thigh. Her sparkling silver necklet bore an ancient symbol. It was created by a long down-stroke, a cross-stroke at the very top and a loop above this. The exact interpretation was lost to time, but it was still known by a select few that this was the symbol of life to a small past civilization living along a magnificent river in an otherwise very dry desert on a typically green and blue Oxygen-breathing planet.
Celestial\'s friends were all dressed similarly, one in a beautiful loose golden dress and emerald anklet. The room was luxuriously furnished, the walls a soft glossy mauve, the color of the season, with a classic lounge suite in black vinylon. When the chairs ran out, they took to footstools, beanbags, and the soft fluffy carpet.
The women were exhausted. The air in the large room was thick with fatigue, and as they sipped their various caffienated beverages everyone felt it.
Aah, the luxury and the hard work in being a member of a world-influencing secret society.
Celestial felt it the most. She knew this because as the High Priestess she could sense the exhaustion emanating from the others. This caused a sensitive reaction, increasing her fatigue, and she struggled to keep it under control.
They had met to discuss where they went wrong. Lerenae, the hostess and the woman in the flowing knee length gold dress and white silk shawl, repositioned a stray strand of waist-length deep red hair and secretly thought they were wasting their time. Whatever had gone astray had happened centuries ago, in antiquity, and nobody remembered quite what or how. If they did, they wouldn\'t be in this mess.
Starting with records taken three thousand years ago, they had reviewed their meticulously kept and extensive history, tracing all activities through the strands of time, to see what effect their small actions had caused at various critical points in Earth and Galactic history. They read in many languages: old Latin, English, Chinese, even the long forgotten and still beautiful French.
Lerenae wanted to cut their losses and act straight away to adjust the time-line. She glanced at the other women eagerly involved in earnest discussion on the effects of the earlier and previous legends, how effective the enigmas of missing detail had been in creating various cultural obsessions and folklore in the subconscious. All of them had been philosophers, literary analysts, historians and writers. Lerenae was the only one who had grown tired of it all.
Celestial, always the perfect leader with a wonderful understanding of the human mind, had been one of history\'s greatest writers. Actually, no, she had been several of them, and a few religious martyrs. Lerenae looked across at her. She managed to operate as chair and participant both without appearing to monopolize the conversation. Lerenae knew that this meeting could continue for months. Her only consolation was that by the end of it, the philosophers would have discussed every possibility, the analysts proven and rebutted them all and a group consensus conclusion reached as to the problem. A similar process would then be used to reach a solution. Even when they disagreed they were like a perfectly functioning organism, though that rarely happened.
Celestial realized that Lerenae was the most uncomfortable. Everyone was discussing their recollection of human society and the functioning of the group at first alien contact in relation to Saint George, the Dragons and various other cultural idioms. Everyone participated, speaking in turn, asking leading questions and cross-referencing with various side-discussions, but Lerenae was not paying the slightest attention.
Celestial offered to help Lerenae organize snacks as a ploy to get her alone. As Lerenae bustled about with favorite fruits and cookies, Celestial started the coffee. She coughed to get Lerenae\'s attention and they looked at each other, Celestial\'s searching sapphire blue deflected by Lerenae\'s hard jade green.
Celestial spoke first. "You were

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