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fox ([personal profile] fox) wrote2006-04-11 07:32 pm
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nap accomplished.

Got home, was not barred from getting into my room, got into bed, slept for nine hours.  Have now read the skip=125 flist and the e-mail, and am going to go downstairs and get the real mail, but I'm also stymied by:  what on earth am I going to eat for dinner?

[identity profile] osymandias.livejournal.com 2006-04-11 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dear stupid Clodpool, I have learned everything," said Wen. "In the cup of the hand there is no past, no future. There is only now. There is no time but the present. We have a great deal to do."

Clodpool hesitated. There was something new about his master. There was a glow in his eyes and, when he moved, there were strange silvery-blue lights in the air, like reflections from liquid mirrors.

"She has told me everything," Wen went on. "I know that time was made for men, not the other way around. I have learned how to shape it and bend it. I know how to make a moment last forever, because it already has. And I can teach these skills even to you, Clodpool. I have heard the heartbeat of the universe. I know the answers to many questions. Ask me."

The apprentice gave him a bleary look. It was too early in the morning for it to be early in the morning. That was the only thing that he currently knew for sure."Er . . . what does master want for breakfast?" he said.

Wen looked down from their camp, and across the snowfields and purple mountains to the golden daylight creating the world, and mused upon certain aspects of humanity.

"Ah," he said. "One of the difficult ones."