Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-six - The Devil is in the details (part two)
Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-seven - The Devil is in the details and then some (part one)

Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-six - The Devil is in the details (part three)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-SIX

(part three)

Delphie took a breath for emphasis.

“The end of this amazing culture,” Delphie said. “The Minoans had trade routes all through the Mediterranean. One day, they are buying and sell. One day, they are gone in fire and water.”

Delphie nodded.

“Very biblical,” Delphie said. “Very ‘burn in hell.’ Don’t you think?”

“So, the Devil is a Minoan?” Jacob asked.

“The Devil is an ancestral memory of the destruction of a peak civilization,” Delphie said. “So is his fire and all of that.”

Delphie looked at Jacob and at Mike.

“Clear as mud?” Delphie asked.

Jacob and Mike nodded.

“Think of it this way,” Delphie said. “The genetics of the Minoans are very similar to the genetics now found in modern-day Europe. Inside of every European — which is also a lot of us — there’s a genetic memory of this huge explosion of fire, ash, brimstone, pumice. . . followed by a tsunami. We make stories of the things we remember but don't understand. The Devil, his fire and all of that, are a pretty good story.”

“But not true?” Mike asked.

“Of course not,” Delphie said. “How self-absorbed do we have to be to believe that all of our actions are monitored by someone who wants to torture us for infinity? What did he do before we crawled out of Africa? I mean, really — did he keep ‘bad’ dinosaurs or soft shelled organisms or. . .”

Delphie shrugged and walked off. Mike looked at Jacob and he shrugged.

“What do you want to do?” Mike asked.

“Let’s just move on,” Jacob said. “We’ll end Chapter 666 with this conversation and move on. Certainly, there’s plenty going on. Who’s going to care?”

Mike nodded.

“Do you think we should tell the others?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know why,” Jacob said. He put his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Let it go. No one cares about the chapter number.”

“Then why are we moving on?” Mike asked. “We could. . . I don’t know, make an entire play. We have teenagers and. . .”

Jacob sighed.

“You know what — you’re right,” Mike said with a nod.

“Finally,” Jacob said.

“I don’t know why I’m arguing,” Mike said. “I never pay any attention to the Chapter number. I’m just here — living my life, you know?”

“My point,” Jacob said.

“Cereal?” Mike asked.

“I wanted to look up the stuff that Delphie was talking about,” Jacob said. “You know, the Minoans. Did you know what she meant by Narmer and. . . what was the name?”

“Neith hotep,” Mike said. “Nope, I’ve never heard of them.”

“First Pharoahs,” Jacob said. “That’s what she said. It never occurred to me that there weren’t Pharaohs in Egypt. You know? Weren’t there always Pharaohs in Egypt? I guess not.”

Jacob shrugged.

“How about this — I’ll pour, and you can look it up,” Mike said. “Read it to me and I’ll learn, too.”

“Good thinking,” Jacob said with a grin.

They spent the next hour reading about the Minoans and eating cereal. After two bowls of cereal, they got up and got back to their own lives.

And that was the end of this weird Chapter 666.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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