Cosega Sphere (The Cosega Sequence, #4)

by Brandt Legg

The earthly plane is like a pinpoint in the universe. I’m everywhere, as well as being there, just not physically.

“I am able to appear as you remember me by connecting our auras at a subatomic level, the makeup of human form as occupied by the energetic particles far smaller than what physicists call quarks and leptons. I mean infinitely tinier.”

“The soul is real, and it consists of trillions of universes within each of us. It’s a circle both within us, and what we are within.”

“I have found understanding of the world that has crushed my intellect, and knowledge that has erased my intelligence.”

had been inside the CIA long enough to know with certainty that the world had evolved into a more dangerous place. Gone were the days of a simple country versus country war. Terrorists weren’t even the real threat. Their strikes were used by the elites to manipulate the masses. It was all a dangerous game. Corporations had private armies, their own espionage networks, and money had corrupted every government. If money couldn’t buy someone, manipulation would be applied.

Whereas the NSA was the main eavesdropper, the CIA was the meddler, starter of wars, toppler of regimes, pusher of drugs, spreader of epidemics, maker of “kings,” and general confusers of truth.

“Like crooks learn to be criminals in jail, spies learn to be conspirators in the CIA,”

Eysen.

Time becomes heavy when measured, and heavier still when experienced. Yet that is only because of human perceptions. In truth, time is in the eyes.” He pointed to his eyes. “That is where we see everything.”

“Contrary to what you see in the movies, the end of the world doesn’t come all at once. It slips away from us, bit by bit. One bad decision, one compromise, one fear filled second at a time.”

“There isn’t much time left . . . There is a history of the future, and some things are irreversible.”

Don Quixote had it right. ‘Facts are the enemy of truth.’”

Time is something we made up to allow us to cope with the enormity of existence, she thought. We know nothing about what time really is.

“Understanding… answers to all the great questions . . . and yet we may destroy ourselves before we uncover that which can save us.”

“Time is a place,”

“We’re all just dead stars looking back at ourselves.”

“People should stop looking at how the world is, and start looking at what it can become.”

“I have a dream for the future,” Booker began. “It’s a place where we live together, not as members of different races, religions, or even nations, but as citizens of Earth, as creators of reality, an incredibly beautiful, harmonious, and dynamic reality.” “I’ve seen that place in the future of which you speak,” Savina said. “But I’ve also seen the nightmare from which you run. Where will we wind up? It’s a simple choice, or really many simple choices that we each make every day, with all of our decisions. Do we go toward the nightmare, or the dream?” “In some ways, they’re the same,” Gale added.

“The seeds of the dream have always been contained within the soul, and the nightmare has long been carried in the personality, the part of us that feels fear. So we experience both. There is no way to avoid it, but which one becomes real is something we can control.” “Because when we learn where we came from, we will discover where we’re going,” Rip suggested. “And we now know that in the stars, there is the limitless possibility for everything.”