I flicked my wrist and was gone from the Jetty.

My wings were gone, dressed in a gown of Emerald Green, I was running across the Courtyard of my Palace. Past the fountain, through the Throne room, down the hall and straight to the Imp King’s Chambers.

The Imp King was there where I had left him. Asleep in his bed. I fell to the side of his bed.

“I am learning Ancient Greek,” I said. “And they speak about Love differently than Romans. And suddenly, Romans know nothing about Love. And when I merge Ancient Greek Philautia and Philia with Agape, Eros, and Storge, suddenly… Psychological Physics and Love make even more sense.

And Roman Sexual activities and Behavior is even more illogical and mentally ill than I initially thought. Philautia is mandatory for all other Philo. You can have no Philo — Not even Eros — Without Philautia.

And when you have Philautia, all pursuit of Eros and Philo ends because Philautia is what Nourishes all.

Philautia is Self-Nourishment and Infinite.”

I was weeping. But I couldn’t stop talking.

“What I felt for you was first Ludus and then Pragma, and now Pragma, Ludus, and Eros (Not Sexual. Intimacy Love) all in one.

Pragma is Unconditional Love. Loyalty and Committed. It’s this Knighthood fealty I have sworn myself to.

It takes learning Ancient Greek to communicate all that I feel… I wish for you to find your Philautia, which is Self Love for this will Nourish you beyond anything. And the recipe for Philautia is Ludus and Xenia. That is how you did it. That is the Alchemical Recipe for Self-Love. It was the combination of the two that you gave me that did it.

You need Play Love and Xenia to have Self-Love. Which is why I keep giving you Agape. But I don’t have Ludus with you. I found it.” I wept and placed my forehead to his hand. “I found it,” I sobbed quietly.

“I was looking for this for two years to help you. This is Alchemy.”

I laughed between my snotty sobs. “I learned Alchemy for you.”

I laughed again.

“Please play with me again,” I pleaded.

“I was studying so much. I had to become an Alchemist and Learn Ancient Greek to find this. It wasn’t just Agape/Xenia. I was missing Ludus. That’s why it isn’t working. You have to play with me again. Or anyone. You have to play and have someone give to you in Agape to ignite Self Love.

That is the recipe. I love you, my Love. I love you so much.”

And then it dawned on me.

“That’s why we play with our parents!!! That is why and how Parental Love gives us Self-Love!! It’s the Play with Agape/Xenia!! Your Mother. Did she play with you? If she didn’t play with you, then that would have prevented you from feeling Loved.”

I put my head back down onto his hand, and I wept. I wept long and hard. I would never stop playing with you. Not ever. Not ever ever.

***

I don’t know how long I cried. I had spent two years mining the Equilibrium with The Fruit of Wisdom just so I could find this recipe. I knew, if I mined deep enough, I would find it.

Here I was deep into my Alchemy studies as a Jinn, mid-assembly of The Philosopher’s Stone, applying the Science of Giving, watching the Flow of Logos in the Binomial Language of Truth and Lie, Dissecting The Ancient Greek Koine Language, while using my Ashavana studies to Translate Ancient Texts from Ashavana Ancient Greek into Abstractic when the simple Formula — Ludus + Agape/Xenia = Philautia — just falls into my lap. And that… That is what built Pragma. This is why I couldn’t leave him. We had built Pragma together.

I fell asleep there on his bed beside him. Holding his hand. Loving this man who had given me so much of himself and all he had.

To him, I owed everything.

I felt the Eros and Pragma swell deep inside of me for him.

Ludus. That is the name of “X.” I knew it. I knew it.

Ludus.

I was such an Ancient Greek.