A pendulum is a great metaphor. It encompasses great qualities and characteristics that can easily be attributable to the human persona. First, in order for a pendulum to fulfill it’s role and actually swing back and forth, it must be heavy at the center of the bottom. Also, it must be equality weighted all around for it to graduate to full pendulum”ship” lest it get stuck in pendulum grammar school for all eternity. Finally, it swings back and forth equally and in rhythm, depending on the force exerted on it, or conversely the lack of any force at all. Artemis had reached the full extension of one giant swing and was finally being dragged back towards the center of the arc by an equal, yet opposite, force as the one that pushed him here. Unlike the capsule of life itself, the starting point of this specific thrust was as incalculable as the total grains of sand that could fit comfortably in one’s palm.
“Hrrrmmph,” he exclaimed, with no certain care as to whether or not this showing of aplomb were to continue. The man across from him peered back, expecting Artemis to speak more, but all he found was silence. Artemis collected the loose fragments of his being that seemed to be dangling ever so violently at the moment from his wherewithal and wheeled around, as if he knew exactly which way he was going. The man behind the podium, noticing that he clearly had no idea which way he was going at all, pointed towards the elevators behind him.
“Ahem,” he said, although not very loudly, while Artemis seemed to continue his spin all the way back around to the man at once. “The elevators are over there!”
With the final word of this sentence, the pompousness could no longer be contained and squared itself just about so, soiling the rest of the otherwise innocent words contained within it. Artemis stormed off, barely able to contain his indignation, for he felt that he was being so terribly mistreated ever since he arrived at the front gate of this establishment.
To be continued…