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A text—a book—is a resting place for the memories of people who have lived before. A way for the memory to stay fixed after the soul has traveled on.”
Time is a circle, Licinius used to say, and every circle eventually must close.
Sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden, waiting to be rediscovered.
“The fool you were telling us about. In the story? Even though he keeps going the wrong way, keeps getting turned into the wrong thing, he never gives up. He survives.”
Except there was no launch. It was just an exercise. A pilot study, a trial run, an intergenerational feasibility experiment that may have ended long ago or may be ongoing still.
PLOT TWIST omg
we are all beautiful even as we are all part of the problem, and that to be a part of the problem is to be human.
