The Error of Elightenment

   Once out into the living room he caught sight of the outdoor patio and the moon flowers glowing through the irrigated mist; might as well check on them.  The glowing flowers charged the air, inhaled, looked over the railing and down the slope of Pyramid Five; large square patio's like unruly chaotic rice paddies on the side of a hill, each sections jungle plantation reflecting the taste's of it's natives.  There were a few bare areas, (just lawn grass) to be sure, and generally the higher up the pyramid, lush almost wild plantations gave way to formal gardens with the odd try for the english cottage look; but the overall effect was wonderful, one of the bright points to living in a pyramid.  He stared at the reflected garden in the great glass doors of the living room... A light flipped on, and exactly where his reflection should've been, was Garcia, going out the door to the main hall, already crowded with people; no use fighting the traffic, might as well wait till it thins out, he sat down.  Most everyone in his living unit seemed to be up, watching the old screen with drinks in hand, some people never shut their doors to the living room, this added an even deeper dimension to that living theater; peering down into the individual rooms, some dark, some lit with dim yellow lights, others with a bright pink glow; the whirr, hum, clank of the hive.  Details that he fixated on, counted on, points in a chronological web that had become more than just bad hobby.