MEDIATIONS Nathaniel Grann Where’s The ‘Æ’ Key?
If you look closely, just ever so closely, you might just find it. It’s not quite where you’d expect it but it is there, somewhere in the midst of an o and an ø, it’s there...I promise.
*High up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flower plucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in the middle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent out shoots among the other plants. “What a ridiculous little shoot!” said one. “No one will recognize it; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle.” “It must be a kind of garden plant,” said another; and so they sneered and despised the plant as a thing from a garden. “Where are you coming?” said the tall thistles whose leaves were all armed with thorns. “It is stupid nonsense to allow yourself to shoot out in this way; we are not here to support you.”
Not that youâ€™re ever going to know how to pronounce it or god forbid write it but it is there. This mysterious character, slowly becoming the bane of your existence, might just be a cruel joke but then why arenâ€™t I laughing?
*And this part is really the most pleasant part of the story. For the plant had disappeared, and the king remained as melancholy and sad as ever, but the sentry said he had always been so.
Mediations One: W he r e’s the ‘Æ’ Key? i m a ge s a nd t ext by nat haniel gr ann a s t o l dby nat e@gmail .com nat haniel gr ann.com
* A Leaf from Heaven by hans christian andersen, 1855 Emp ty Stre tc h first edit ion e m p t y st ret c h.wo rdp ress.com e mp t y st ret c h@gmail .com co py r ight © 2011