[ She'd told the dragon that her people do not question the laws of the world; something that was misinterpreted as willful ignorance on her people's part. But it's hardly that. The way light falls on the grass, the way the soil nurtures life, the way the cold and the wind decide the weather — they understand the rules intimately, in order to bend the light and protect their land. They understand what they can and cannot do, and they do not question the limits that the light dictates.
They don't force the world to bend to their will. It is an arrogance that they look down upon as a people.
Perhaps that's why she's not the best example of her people, in the end. ]
FROM: gliese@cdc.org
There are no pictures. We did not have the means to make them.
[ she'd told him he was a sort of grey color, something about turmoil. she recognizes people by that, she'd said, not by their faces. it's so completely foreign to him. ]
She just sees. We know she sees it, and she knows it
as well. It is difficult to explain. You have a feeling of knowing, when it
happens. She is no different from the rest of us, except she is.
I remember many things about my home. Little of what I
remember remains alive.
[ Jack's always had issue with grasping such abstract concepts, based in just feeling and knowing, and perhaps that's why he was never able to hear God like the Michelle, David, Silas and Samuels. Either way, what she explains seems pleasant. Simple, at least, to have that easy assurance. ]
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The light chooses. We just know.
[ She'd told the dragon that her people do not question the laws of the world; something that was misinterpreted as willful ignorance on her people's part. But it's hardly that. The way light falls on the grass, the way the soil nurtures life, the way the cold and the wind decide the weather — they understand the rules intimately, in order to bend the light and protect their land. They understand what they can and cannot do, and they do not question the limits that the light dictates.
They don't force the world to bend to their will. It is an arrogance that they look down upon as a people.
Perhaps that's why she's not the best example of her people, in the end. ]
FROM: gliese@cdc.org
There are no pictures. We did not have the means to make them.
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She's colored differently?
[ she'd told him he was a sort of grey color, something about turmoil. she recognizes people by that, she'd said, not by their faces. it's so completely foreign to him. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Do you remember much of your world?
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FROM: gliese@cdc.org
She just sees. We know she sees it, and she knows it as well. It is difficult to explain. You have a feeling of knowing, when it happens. She is no different from the rest of us, except she is.
I remember many things about my home. Little of what I remember remains alive.
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FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Does it hurt too much to think about?
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Sometimes. The heart always yearns for the home it knows, no matter who or what it has become.
It is the home I knew. I will always want to return to it.