Looking back
Finally, a break in the storm and Relto falls quiet except for the calling of hawks and the shooting of the occasional fireworks. And the music box is not nearly as loud with the windows and doors of the hut closed. Paging back through this journal while sitting by the fire waiting for my jacket to hopefully finish drying out. Looking back over the last year in this moment of calm. It's sparse, sometimes months between entires. Remembering the happenings of the last year, trying hard to remember the pieces reflected in these pages. What am I missing? Why did I stop writing? Was it the lack of motivation or inclination? Were events start happening so quickly that it was impossible to keep up with everything? Notes scrawled in the margins, partial thoughts, but not much writing. And sometimes the words jump off the page, almost demanding to be read out loud
And just as quickly, the rain again starts to fall. Back to the hut. Back to the city.
I am thinking a little bit about how this time will read when the story of the Restoration finally becomes something we teach children in schools on the surface. How will right now seem in the narrative of this history? This feels like the calm before the storm, or is this the storm itself? And here I sit, in my own personal storm, thinking about it, and watching butterflies flutter about in their groups, never seeming to tire from the activity, or the storm. Will today be recorded as only the day the library was open, or is today the day that the first lines are drawn? And what side of the triangle am I on?
Two hundred and twenty eight stairs. Counted six times, up one path and down the other. With and without the help of other Explorers. All alone while everyone was together.
So I could get the answer to an impossible question, to know something unknown by other Explores.
And then I found out that was a half hour late for the midnight run through the public neighborhoods. Oh, did I mention that I found a new Explorer in one of the hoods, alone, without even a KI?
And you know, I'm not sure I won't get a different number again when I next count the stairs.
So I could get the answer to an impossible question, to know something unknown by other Explores.
And then I found out that was a half hour late for the midnight run through the public neighborhoods. Oh, did I mention that I found a new Explorer in one of the hoods, alone, without even a KI?
And you know, I'm not sure I won't get a different number again when I next count the stairs.
I do not expect to find a new home for myself. I only hope that we can reduce an intractable number of randomly moving parts into a collection of wholes. Explorers working with Explorers to achieve common goals. And maybe I'm still dreaming. I am but one drop or water. And I feel on this, I speak for myself. Alone or together . . .
Maybe that is the secret to understanding the Ages, changing the way of thinking, and a little dumb luck.
Another piece of the puzzle falls into place, but I haven't a clue at the end what surprise we will find.
Another piece of the puzzle falls into place, but I haven't a clue at the end what surprise we will find.
After stone, water must have been something important to the D'ni. Water can be used to shape stone into something different. Water cools that which is hot. The water in the cavern's of the D'ni lights the darkness.
And here I sit, comfortably in Relto, staring out over the pillars of rock that pierce the clouds beneath me. In the back of my mind, I feel the beginning of a thought about the impact that this will have on the community. Here in Relto, I hear the distant rumbling of thunder as it gently starts to rain again, the bulk of the storm still unseen. I am still not used to how this place mirrors my thoughts and feelings.
And just as quickly, the rain again starts to fall. Back to the hut. Back to the city.
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