The Disgusting Review Guide

'Tis indeed a day bygone piteous
inasmuch as a fraction of assigned work
be done by the doer, whose sloth
is equal to sin.
'Tis Virgil and a World History review guide.

Prologue

Here is the Prologue to a story, long and still in development, which Virgil and a friend have constructed. Thus far the story remains unnamed.

The Vials of Good and Evil were housed, in the beginning, in the Realm of Good, where the gods took residence, and enjoyed their existence. Together, the vials emitted the Essences of Good and Evil, so that all might be in harmony with itself and with everything about it. Thus there was Limbo, a realm between Good and Evil, which even bridged them (demons lived in the Realm of Evil.) Limbo was territory not for the gods, but far too pure for demon’s tread. In the Realm of Evil, the pervasive stench of demons scented the air, and in that odor the demons would gather together, feasting in their evil, and would conspire against the gods, cultivating hope that they might steal the vials from them.
These vials represented and were supremacy in the Realms of Good and Evil – having possession of both sealed the owner’s power, whilst possession of one would send power into a state of equilibrium between both wielders. So it was that the power of the Gods outweighed that of the demons. These creatures were unable to bear, over the eons of their existence (they had subsisted since the Realms themselves came into being, and would die at only the hand of a god or demon) the inferiority of themselves in the shadow of the mighty gods. And so throughout these eons of time, the demons developed their minds, whetted their plans for attack – they pooled ideas, developed them, until at length a set of tactics had been developed that could very possibly have outweighed the power of the gods, that might very well have granted them the Vials of Good and Evil, so that Evil might eternally reign supreme.
A demon managed to snatch the Vials from the Realm of Good, thus beginning the first Holy War, as the mortal annals have recorded. To accomplish this, he had crossed Limbo, a realm that was enterable by both gods and demons, but unpleasant for both. Upon retreating back to the Realm of Evil with his loot, he was assaulted by the gods, who had chased him to Limbo; there the gods were greeted by the demons, and the war was waged, eventually won by the gods. The number of lost gods and demons following this is unknown. And so in the Realm of Good, a place that would have stemmed even further the power of the demons, the gods imprisoned them.
And so the Earth was created, whose purpose was to conceal the Vials from the demons (the power of the gods still rested with them, as they were the last to wield the Vials.) To act as guardians on Earth, the Immortals were brought into existence, one to represent each race of Earth. And they expanded their races, the Immortals never to die, whose sole purpose was to protect the Vials, and whose successors populated Earth, created small civilizations, towns, countries, regions of division. The souls of those who had died on Earth would travel across a bridge built by the gods to the Realm of Good, where they would live in harmony with the gods, and live as gods themselves.
But the blood of the gods did not run true.
There was a perpetrator, who released the demons, out of the sight of the gods, and who fled to the Realm of Evil. His soul was now tainted with this evil, and was evil, and would likewise live most comfortably in that Realm. He told the demons of Earth, of its purpose. They constructed a bridge of their own, unbeknownst to the gods, to Earth. The crossed it, located the Vials, overcame the might of the Immortals, and broke the Vial of Good, snatching the Vial of Evil for their own.

Epiphany in Ireland

Here's a song Virgil composed, intended for full string orchestra. Please prompt him if you'd like the sheet music (includes two treble clef parts, one for alto clef, and one for bass clef.) There is one unexplained error in the audio file, where the dynamics are tainted for a moment - fairly noticible.

And the link:
http://www.supload.com/listen?s=0HI9W7PI9XRD

Please enjoy.

In Material Lust

As much as Virgil would like to continue to add to this blog, he is a definate death of material, and would greatly like some suggestions. If, indeed, any of the readers would like to share ideas for what they would like to see written, please leave a comment in which such contents are addressed.
Virgil's thanks.

The Nature of Mathematics

A brief poem after a long break.

What of numbers?
Can we with them,
number the universe:
is there a pattern to all we do?

What of the spiral of the milky way?
What of the spiral - so similar in essence,
so familiar, a shell within a shell of existance:
- of the great nautulus of the sea?
Is it that we may correlate this spiral to all of life?

But who am I, a mere being,
to suppose the ways of the Diviner:
of the Lord, who rules all of heaven, and
all of his realm of man?

Perhaps I quander, and meander,
but is there a resolved path behind the swaggar.
For this is math at its core.
What is life, indeed?
It is numbers.