When one sees the Terabithia, one is inclined not to describe the ship, or give its layout readily. To begin with, when Josiah inherited the ship from his teacher, his main preoccupation was whether he could get the ship off the ground in the first place, and of the tens of rooms of accomodation on board, onl a few mattered to; mainly the bridge, the ISN port, the hatchway and the cargo hold. It was only after a year of touring around the ship did he actually map out the ship in its entirety. Not that he didn't have the blueprints of the ship to begin with; rather, Josiah was an unusual character, and was one who liked to do things on its own.
Its an eccentricity that he had inherited since young. Dudley, his best friend, cousin and a fellow eccentric, knew quite well about Josiah's peculiar habits. Popular as he was back in Olympus Mons, he was rather aloof and oblivious to everything that happened around him, not to mention that, in contrast to the virgin hands of Mr. Kinsbrick, Mr. Jameson would usually be caught with his pants down more often than not. Not that that was unusual, it was rather the fact that a man so eccentric as Josiah, with his obliviousness and absent-mindedness could get away with being both popular and suave that puzzled Mr. Kinsbrick who, despite his own charisma, wasn't as lucky.
Josiah would chuckle, and say its all down to how things play out. WHile he did acknowledge the possibility of an existence of an entity that we call 'luck', he also believed, partly, in the idea of a thing called 'will'. A power inherent in all beings, and would manifest itself in certain actions that seemed out of the norm. Indeed, while Josiah admitted himself to be rather lazy, he knew full well that there were times when he just had to take that effort to do something. Years of doing this had made him realize that even the most trying things, after a while, become reletaively easy for him. At the same time, his uniqueness was manifested in his love for experimenting; Dudley woudl notice that he took down his study notes in an unusual manner and that, even though he had a highpropensity to forget ideas in subjects outside his field, a quick glance at his notes, as opposed to hesitatingly referrignt o them half the time, helped refresh his memory in a jiffy.
And it was here, at the 'living room' of the Teb, that Josiah was, looking out into the window, staring at Gaia, strumming a guitar, humming to himself. Dudley was there, sitting at the dining table, revising one of the drafts of a work he intended to publish sooner or later... if he could get round to it.
Dudley took a quick glance, and eyed Josiah. Josiah had always been a mystery to him, as outlined above, but there were things about him he could not understand. While Josiah had his flaws, as he remembered full well during those University days, when the life of party seemed to interest him as much as academics, Josiah wasn't a mindless fool who got away by simply regurgitating everything that came to him on a blackboard and a screen. At the same time, he justs eemed adept at anything he could get his hands on. SUre, he's older now, and isn't as versatile as he once was, but his adaptability was something of a mythic ability.
To an extent, Josiah seemed almost... 'perfect'.
Why would he harbour this thought ? Dudley knew that he shouldn't entertain it. AFter all, his cousin was a complete arsehole, a selfish bugger who never really seemed to care for people, and this had brought misfortune to the both of them at many times, not to mention that Josiah's memory did fail him at certain times, and he had a penchant for a stubborness that defied logic....
But Josiah was just unusual. He wasn't some cad who tried to get his ideas and theories across no matter what, but rather, accepted any ideas that came by his way, and discerned what was interesting out of the lot. He was not interested in people who believed that "A is A", he was just as interested in the ARts as he was in the Sciences. The Arts had remained for him a mystery, and, although Dudley demonstrated an eye that Josiah could never really develop for literature, Josiah would still chuckle, thankful that there was at least one other person in the world who was there to helphim in somethign that was weaker in.
Josiah was endearing in this way. Utter cad as he was, he wasn't a person that anybody, save for a self-righteous pussilanimous twit would find repugnant, as he could pass off as a genial person in most situations.
The one thing that most people would ask Josiah was what he believed concerning the Gaia theory.
Dudley asked this question once. It was that very day, that very moment, when Josiah as strumming the guitar, and Dudley had decided to rest his eyes after consulting some Milton, which was to serve as a basis for his future text.
Josiah put aside the guitar for a while. He was still reclining by the window, with a cushioned edge just beside the glass, enough space for any resident to recline, and look out, into the murky depths. With his trademark move, he took his right hand, brought it to his mouth, mimicking a cigarette, and inhaled deeply, as if he were smoking a fictituous piece of tobacco.
"Dud, it's not so much what I believe in the Gaia theory, as in why I believe it."
"Well then, Josiah", said Dudley, "Why ?"
Josiah turned back, stared at the Earth, and answered.
"Because, the Earth is alive."
Dudley sniggered sarcastically.
"Alive ? What, as in the classical sense, a religious entity unto itself ?"
"You know I find it hard to believe in God these days, Dud."
"Yes, I know JJ..."
"But the Earth is alive. In almost every sense, literally, and spiritually.
If it were just a barren rock, then I;d suppose it'd be nothing special, but, this was something different about it. It was like as if it were a seed, and all the other planets were also that. Some were too far away to even evelop, and some were too close, and were scorched, but, out of a huge probability, and with an everyday certainty of extinction, our planet managed to find itself at just the right place, during the right times, to grow and burgeon."
Dudley kept listening.
"And what if, out there, in the magnitude of space, there are other such worlds, and other such stars, numerous and edless as they are, with more planets than we do, and yet, out of a handful, only a few, a remote few, a few, very lucky 'seeds', that were allowed to grow and develop."
A silence grew, as Josiah finished.
Dudley kept watching Josiah. He lost his parents when he left the WDMD, both of them to cancer, but this hardly seemed to affect him. In some respct, it was an undermining of his character, another example of a man who should be more mindful of the people around him. And yet, as Dudley knew, unlike his own parents who kicked him out of their house, Josiah's parents, mindful of his achievements, even if little and within his own circle, would still be proud of him in some ways. Perfect ? Far from it.
Before picking his pencil again, Dudley added a few words.
"You know, there was something like that in the Bible."
"Luke, Chapter 8. The first few verses."
"I don't read the Bible anymore."
"You should. Your theory is similar to that very parable."
Josiah chuckled, and picked his guitar again, going back to his music.
Dudley could only sigh, as he tried his hand at his work again.