“I’ve always thought of it like a sky full of elephants,” Herald said absently, as though he weren’t speaking to Charlie but to different versions of himself. “It’s up there, been up there, heavy too. All wisdom and memory… sorrow. A weight so heavy it would damn us all if it came down. But you can’t see it’til you see it. No matter how many times I tell you they’re up there, you can’t see’em until you see’em.”
