Retrieving parchment from the drawer, I picked up my quill and began to write.
"Dear Hildeburt,
It has recently come to my attention that the last time we saw each other, we were on unhappy terms. I sincerely apologize for my words regarding your wife. Rest assured, I no longer view her as some form of angry bovine. I hold a deep sentiment for all my children, please tell your siblings of it. I think that we should all get together in Autumn as a family. Mother sends her best wishes.
Your father,
Johannes Kepler."
Setting down the quill, I put the letter on the counter to later be taken to the courier. Looking at the desk, once again Michael’s wise words rang in my ears, his firm voice filling my thoughts;
“I thought you capable of more believeable work.” Even today, after my success, I still wonder why he disagreed. He was most likely afraid of progress, too scared of losing his religion. But I believe that God’s inconceivable plan can be found through the natural light of reason. He was content to believe that God’s plan was inconceivable, no desire to find it. God has always been a large part of my work, unlike other scholars, who believe that science and religion do not mix. I find that the two must mix, for the light of reason is always involved in science.
The next day, I heard a knock at the door. Pulling myself from the bed, I opened the heavy door to reveal a young woman that looked to be in her early twenties.
“Excuse me, but can you help me? My elderly mother has contracted smallpox, we require your assistance.” There was an undertone to her curiosity.
“Perhaps, but before anything else, I must ask; Why on earth did you come to me instead of a local herbalist?” It was unusual for people to ask for my assistance with anything but science or math.
“Now is not the time for questions! Will you help me, or leave an elderly woman to succumb to disease?”
I looked at her suspiciously, assessing her. She looked had light blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes. The eyes, there was a worry behind them. What I was wondering, was whether or not it was her mother she was worried for. But what if she was telling the truth and somebody truly was dying. If that had been my mother...
"Dear Hildeburt,
It has recently come to my attention that the last time we saw each other, we were on unhappy terms. I sincerely apologize for my words regarding your wife. Rest assured, I no longer view her as some form of angry bovine. I hold a deep sentiment for all my children, please tell your siblings of it. I think that we should all get together in Autumn as a family. Mother sends her best wishes.
Your father,
Johannes Kepler."
Setting down the quill, I put the letter on the counter to later be taken to the courier. Looking at the desk, once again Michael’s wise words rang in my ears, his firm voice filling my thoughts;
“I thought you capable of more believeable work.” Even today, after my success, I still wonder why he disagreed. He was most likely afraid of progress, too scared of losing his religion. But I believe that God’s inconceivable plan can be found through the natural light of reason. He was content to believe that God’s plan was inconceivable, no desire to find it. God has always been a large part of my work, unlike other scholars, who believe that science and religion do not mix. I find that the two must mix, for the light of reason is always involved in science.
The next day, I heard a knock at the door. Pulling myself from the bed, I opened the heavy door to reveal a young woman that looked to be in her early twenties.
“Excuse me, but can you help me? My elderly mother has contracted smallpox, we require your assistance.” There was an undertone to her curiosity.
“Perhaps, but before anything else, I must ask; Why on earth did you come to me instead of a local herbalist?” It was unusual for people to ask for my assistance with anything but science or math.
“Now is not the time for questions! Will you help me, or leave an elderly woman to succumb to disease?”
I looked at her suspiciously, assessing her. She looked had light blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes. The eyes, there was a worry behind them. What I was wondering, was whether or not it was her mother she was worried for. But what if she was telling the truth and somebody truly was dying. If that had been my mother...