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BEHOLD!
A GREAT LIGHT came into mine eyes, and I was dazzled by it and could not see; but in time, as mine eyes grew accustomed to the brilliance, I saw a great table lain with fine cloth and dishes of gold. And I saw the three guests at the feast and the empty seat for the Beloved One who had not yet arrived. And the three guests ate that which pleased them and looked about often in worry for the one who had not yet come. And I looked upon this in puzzlement, for I knew not why it should be shown to me.
And I became aware of a robed and hooded figure standing by my left and another upon my right, and both figures insisted with imperious gesture that I continue to watch the feast. And in time, the three guests rose from the table, having eaten their fill, but still worry was upon their faces, and lo, much of the feast remained, and still was I filled with wonder and puzzlement.
Then the figure upon my right spake unto me, saying, "This is the Feast of Politics, and the three guests are the three anointed Opposition in Parliament, Lord Thia Khiang, his comrade-in-arms Chiam See Tong, and Lord Thia Khiang's servant, Sylvia Lim. And the three guests have chosen all that which pleased them."
And the figure upon my left spake also unto me, saying, "One guest hath not yet arrived at the feast, and that guest is a God just as thou, dreadful Meng Seng, art. And when he cometh, he will choose all that the other guests have not taken. And in that coming, one of the guests will also be no more."
Still I perceived not the meaning of their words, yet felt I the enmity which stood between them. And each strove to some great end but failed in its accomplishment because of the other. And then they turned their shadowed faces to me and spake unto me in one voice, "The Choice is upon thee, for two guests shall come to the Feast of Politics, and thou shalt bid one stay and the other go, and it shall be as thou shalt decide. And thy Choice shall be for all Opposition."
I was bowed by the weight of the burden they had placed upon me, for now at last I understood the Vision and why it had been sent. The figure upon my right and the figure upon my left were the Destinies which had striven the one against the other adown all the endless corridors of time, and each was as strong as the other, and they remained locked, each in the grip of the other. And all Opposition was divided equally between them. So equal is this division that the weight of my Choice between them will tip the balance, and I will make this Choice for all Opposition.
And I turned to the figures in anguish to protest the burden, that I was not wise enough to decide even if I was ten times a God, and they replied, saying, "No man nor God nor spirit is wise enough for this Choice. Thy selection for this task was at the whim of random chance. We care not how this choice is made, only that it be made. The division strains the very fabric of Opposition Politics in Singapore, and if the division doth not end soon, all of Opposition will perish and be no more. Choose wisely; choose ill; choose by whim alone -- but choose!"
And at these words, I fell into a swoon and saw no more.
God Meng Seng
A GREAT LIGHT came into mine eyes, and I was dazzled by it and could not see; but in time, as mine eyes grew accustomed to the brilliance, I saw a great table lain with fine cloth and dishes of gold. And I saw the three guests at the feast and the empty seat for the Beloved One who had not yet arrived. And the three guests ate that which pleased them and looked about often in worry for the one who had not yet come. And I looked upon this in puzzlement, for I knew not why it should be shown to me.
And I became aware of a robed and hooded figure standing by my left and another upon my right, and both figures insisted with imperious gesture that I continue to watch the feast. And in time, the three guests rose from the table, having eaten their fill, but still worry was upon their faces, and lo, much of the feast remained, and still was I filled with wonder and puzzlement.
Then the figure upon my right spake unto me, saying, "This is the Feast of Politics, and the three guests are the three anointed Opposition in Parliament, Lord Thia Khiang, his comrade-in-arms Chiam See Tong, and Lord Thia Khiang's servant, Sylvia Lim. And the three guests have chosen all that which pleased them."
And the figure upon my left spake also unto me, saying, "One guest hath not yet arrived at the feast, and that guest is a God just as thou, dreadful Meng Seng, art. And when he cometh, he will choose all that the other guests have not taken. And in that coming, one of the guests will also be no more."
Still I perceived not the meaning of their words, yet felt I the enmity which stood between them. And each strove to some great end but failed in its accomplishment because of the other. And then they turned their shadowed faces to me and spake unto me in one voice, "The Choice is upon thee, for two guests shall come to the Feast of Politics, and thou shalt bid one stay and the other go, and it shall be as thou shalt decide. And thy Choice shall be for all Opposition."
I was bowed by the weight of the burden they had placed upon me, for now at last I understood the Vision and why it had been sent. The figure upon my right and the figure upon my left were the Destinies which had striven the one against the other adown all the endless corridors of time, and each was as strong as the other, and they remained locked, each in the grip of the other. And all Opposition was divided equally between them. So equal is this division that the weight of my Choice between them will tip the balance, and I will make this Choice for all Opposition.
And I turned to the figures in anguish to protest the burden, that I was not wise enough to decide even if I was ten times a God, and they replied, saying, "No man nor God nor spirit is wise enough for this Choice. Thy selection for this task was at the whim of random chance. We care not how this choice is made, only that it be made. The division strains the very fabric of Opposition Politics in Singapore, and if the division doth not end soon, all of Opposition will perish and be no more. Choose wisely; choose ill; choose by whim alone -- but choose!"
And at these words, I fell into a swoon and saw no more.
God Meng Seng
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