No New Theories
'One reason,' the chief spoke sternly from his dais. His son knelt before him. On the floor between them lay an open textbook, pages rippling in the nice breeze that blew through the chamber, built open to the elements. The temperature was mild, the skies clear. Outside, a perfect day passed. Inside, the day was anything but.
'Give me one measly reason not to cast you out and leave you to the mercy of the Sidewalk.'
The chief's son coughed miserably into the crook of his elbow, splattering his jacket with blood and phlegm. The many days in his father's custody had not been pleasant.
'I cannot give more reason than I already have. Our knowledge and understanding of the universe ever expands with time. We are learning things now that could not have been known when the Great Minds lived. I swear to you: I have tangible proof that the earth ...'
'You spit on the greatest minds that ever existed!' the chief roared, frightening his son into distraught silence. 'You spit on Aristotle and Ptolemy and would desecrate all they studied!'
'Not at all! Entirely the opposite! Without their work I never could have ... please, Father! If you would only listen to me ...'
'You would have us upgrade the perfect Geocentric model of the universe? Improve upon what cannot be improved?'
'But it is incorrect!' his son near wailed, stretched to breaking point by days of mistreatment and public ridicule. 'The sun does not revolve around us, nor the planets, nor the stars! Only the moon is ours!'
Gasps and cries of blasphemy echoed from pillar to pillar. Viewing stands ringed the chamber; their occupants hurled grief upon the heretic. Not a single bench was empty. The chief was livid, but through the rage his son saw deep, deep shame and despaired.
'Defile our ears and the great work of Aristotle no more with your modern, zany theories,' the chief commanded with a reverent gesture toward the textbook. Its pages fluttered, innocent and incorrect, by his son's bowed head.
'I have had enough. Renew your faith in the sacred truths of the Great Minds, or face the Sidewalk.'