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"Uncle?" "What?" "Existence is the first given?" I shrugged. "That's what Shizumaat says; I'll buy it." "But, Uncle, how do we know that existence is real?" I lowered my head, looked at Zammis, shook my head, then resumed stitching the boots. "Take my word for it." The Drac grimmaced. "But, Uncle, that is not knowledge; that is faith."

"Uncle?"
"Yes, Zammis?"
"What's a planet?"

Drac babies are probably the most convenient and considerate infants in the universe. They live off their fat for about three or four Earth weeks, and don't make a mess the entire time.

"What's wrong with me just being me? Everybody in the universe doesn't have to be a damned philosopher, toadface!"... "Davidge, you don't even know your family line past your parents, and now you say you refuse to know that of your universe that you can know. How will you know your place in this existence, Davidge? Where are you? Who are you?"

Well that escalated quickly.

I didn't even know where I was. An island. I had seen that much coming in, but where and in relation to what? Fyrine IV: the planet didn't even rate a name, but was important enough to die over.