Destiny

THIRTY-FOUR

Paul Marcus keyed in data and watched an illustration form on his computer screen. He said, “Newton had to translate and transcribe Hebrew from Kings in the Hebrew Bible into English to put together an image. I think he believed there was something to be found — some threshold in Solomon’s Temple to follow what would lead to a mathematical resolution. He’s noting here that the temple’s measurements given in the Bible are numerical problems, related to potential solutions for the Greek number pi and the volume of a sphere, such as earth and our place and proportion to it.”

Jacob studied the image. “But pi is a pure number with no real measurable dimensions, meaning that it is simply a number without physical units.”

Marcus nodded. “Exactly! So Newton was searching for clues, maybe measurements from Solomon’s Temple, which might shed more light on all of this. But why did he focus on the temple?”

“Possibly, because there are many who believe in a sacred geometry — the cubit measurements used for the temple and other buildings.”

“What’s sacred geometry?”

“In essence, the temple may have been designed by Solomon, but it was inspired by God, and his hand was the primary architect, the one with the pencil on some ancient drawing board. The Holy Temple, and its dimensions, could be part of God’s plan.”

“Or man’s plan, at least a fraternity of some of the smartest. Maybe Newton believed there was a common denominator between the ancient writings and the early architecture. What if Newton believed these men, people like Ezekiel, Moses, Daniel, Solomon and others, had hidden their knowledge in a multifaceted code? Maybe some figurative and mathematical language that, if ever interpreted, would reveal a deep secret — a knowledge of how the natural world works in tandem with the spiritual world.”

Jacob grunted. “Perchance Solomon’s Temple and other ancient buildings in the area were set with a divine cornerstone that supports a foundation of God’s love.”

“Yet, the temple was destroyed. Not once, but twice.”

Marcus glanced over at Jacob, who placed his glasses in his shirt pocket and stood straighter, his shoulders round from poor posture. “Maybe it will rise once again.”

Marcus stood. “I can’t work here. Not on this computer. Someone is going to great lengths to watch me. I’d like to know who, and I’d like to know why.”

“I thought our IT department rectified that.”

“They tried, but the hackers are very good. I need to work off site.”

“Where will you go?”

“Don’t know. Someplace where what I’m doing can’t be tracked.”

“Does that place exist?”