Listening in on some of the conversations in Building 2, I find there is a great deal of interest in finding a deeper meaning in the objects discovered and even to wondering what’s inside these artefacts. My pursuit of their inner essence led me to the idea of taking x-rays of the objects. I was fortunate that a chance encounter with my veterinarian, Stephan Grey, led to a discussion of these matters and his assistance in gaining penetrating insight into the core of the objects.
To our great surprise we determined that a significant number contain items such as rings, necklaces, etc. This, of course, has led to a quandary as to whether we might retrieve these inner treasures at the risk of destroying the objects that contain them. Not wanting to destroy Ted and Nelly’s legacy, I have created several of these artefacts myself, had them x-rayed, and then proceeded to destroy them in order to get at their essence. But in the end I realized that however deeply the x-ray insight penetrated, there was always another elusive essence within to the vanishing point of svabhāvaśūnyatā.
गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा
Ted Wilson seems to have completely disappeared. I feel I should speculate about where he might have gone at this point, but I simply do not have the time, preferring rather to keep my attention focused on the artefacts and my search for Nelly. And so I invite any who might read this to ponder the question of Ted’s story to his or her satisfaction – to facilitate this I have left a couple of blank sections in this post. I hope that two will suffice.
Reader’s Idle Speculation about Ted Wilson’s Situation
Points the Reader Regards as Salient
As I already posted, any promise of continued use of building 2 was totally false. Moreover, there has been a significant and odious dispute over who will retain all these objects after the Biennale of Sydney. Only after threatening to bring a law suit have I been able to secure the rights to them.
I feel that I am best suited to the curation of these works as I am far from convinced that Thed is really Ted Wilson. Iris is nowhere to be found and in any event I am skeptical that she truly understands these objects and I have had no response from Cristina/Nelly. So I have decided to put them into storage. I found a suitable spot at http://www.rentaspace.com.au/, a pest-free, 24/7 accessible facility. I have taken some decisions about the future home of these objects, but more about that later.
My biggest problem at the moment is that the BoS ends this weekend and I am out of town. I expect little support from the BoS people in securing Ted (and my) artefacts and so I am appealing to all my friends on Facebook to please go to the Island and help protect and safeguard these works.
Please take a moment to listen to this rousing rendition of the 1812 Overture, especially the end when the mice sing.
Piotr Ilich Tchaikovsky – 1812 Overture (Finale)