McKay Lewis Flemming was an innocent boy. Lewie (as he was early named) was a boy that would be called goodly, even amazing. Some would think him big-headed or selfish, the one thing that nobody needed. He had not any comrades, but one, just a brother; but, all the same, a friend--a companion. He had not a dream, for he could tell they only meant sorrow. For, as Lewie put it,
“Any improvised dream is a dream undone. Do not make a vision of your own self in power, for this is the way to disappointment. A dream, or vision will not come true, unless you are sure you can make it there, without risk.”
Many heard his words, including O’Riley, the brother of the infamous Lewie. His fascination of his younger brother was the momentum of his life. As of some reason in no consequence, O’Riley Clay Flemming had many agonies. Nothing he was born with, not at all; however, things he brought upon himself, fully knowing and purposed. He delved more in theory than fact and reason, which led to horrible disregards and offsets. He believed that his younger brother was more advanced in both their worlds, not because he studied, or was given a gift, but because of destiny, another pain brought into his life. He could link anything to destiny; as that was his most favorable passion. He had to follow his passion, as destiny said, and to follow his love, theory, he must needs delve into superstition. A complicated mind, at best, said,
“My brother, my brother, McKay Lewis Flemming, do you not realize, we all have our dreams and we cannot go without them. A dream is a goal, a passion in right. If we lose our passion, we’ve lost any sight we might have had with the dream in our heads to begin.”
“Clay, I see your words, but why indeed must we have passion? A passion claims weakness in your soul. I believe you are conceiving heroes--Loves. You misplace them into things and acts. I understand that you infatuate that woman at your learning place. Look into her deepest interests. You might just find your own passions, and if I may go so far, your own supposed ‘Destiny’.”
The commerce in the two boy’s lives was thrilling and fulfilling to both. While Clay would find reason in an intelligent mind, Lewie would see human sight, and what people actually thought. Both benefitted wonderfully, and well. Many admired the brotherhood, untold, however, they envied them. There was no other sibling like one or the other of them all around Scotland. It just didn’t happen; to be complete opposites, but to respect each other all the same.
Intelligence was one thing to O’Riley, and completely another topic in Lewie’s mind. To our infamous child, one’s intellect, however inexperienced, was his or hers soul feature. Without your knowledge, as he so persuasively entrained,
“There could not be truth. There would not be peace, neither would there be war. Our own minds have brought us into captivity with ourselves, fluctuating incorrectly with what we know we need and endeavor to do. However; by so using our knowledge of good, evil, respect, and gain, we bring ourselves closer to understanding the reason we must needs have this power do discern. As I say, there would be no peace, neither war, nor truth or trust. Our mind provides what we need to make decisions for other acts, beside our own.”
It was dizzying, according to O’Riley. Truth, peace, war; all it meant to him was that intelligent people had a hard time living, drinking, and being merry. He preferred a dreaming life, as so many knew. The problems of today’s world would not affect him as long as interpretation was kept out of sight.
“I know that if I become involved in the matters of your mind, my brother, I will assuredly become noticed! I, among many, wish not to be known of the people. There are some, like you, who wish to be given attention. These are one who consider, plan, experiment, and hypothesize. It is truly an endeavoring way to live a life that does not need to be so. What does the mocker say to a theorizer? A few taunts. A few nags. Nothing he might say to a man who has evidence, and throws his ideas out into the public. As a smart man falls, the foolish rise, and the dreamers are left on their own.”
“Ah, now you speak of recognition. I fail to see what brings your imagination unto the matters of reputation. Sloths, (the animals) however easy their lives might be, are looked down upon by all except their own race. A dreamer is a sloth, as much as they might deject. Whatever there might be against the evidence of an experiment, I do not doubt it might count against us if we fail. However, the benefits of success greatly outweigh the problems of failure. What do you say of inventions? No man has made anything in worldwide use, without failing once at the very least. What might be If all them that invent, gave into sorrow after every poor try? My brother, it is--And I doubt your heart desires so--to live again with primitive humans. What might you reply to one of this opinion—If no man felt any inept woe at a disappointment, where might the human race be?”
“Where would it be indeed?” Was O’Riley’s enigmatic reply.
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