Pedopedia

We had been running so fast for so long, and I had been so concentrating to place my feet in the right spots so as to not fall and embarrass myself that my whole mind had become a pattern of feet on ground. A constant output of foot information. It had been hard to keep up, but eventually we stopped short. He waited a beat for me and then gestured in the new direction we would be heading.

“Ready?”

We had been skirting the edge of a ridge and now I quickly looked around to see how he knew we had arrived. Off in the distance was a great white gate glowing brightly in the moonlight.

We turned off the path and began following a pattern of colored wooden pegs. He was only walking on blue ones and so I followed his lead.

“Careful”, he said.

Suddenly words began appearing and I began to hear him reading.

“It’s a kind of book”, I said.

“It’s a Pedopedia.” he replied, and as we tapped out the pattern, my pumping heart, my intense concentration and the words which began to flow to my mind all joined together as I learned the history of old science.