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D.D. Adair
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“This simply confirmed what my Mother already knew; I was meant for great things. If she had known what those great things would cost me, could she have offered me so readily? Now that, I do not know.
Indeed, if my life has a mantra it is; “I do not know”.
How can it be that I understand more of humanity’s past, and foresee more of our probable future than perhaps any other living human, and yet most of my answers are truthfully the same four words?
I do not know.”
―
Indeed, if my life has a mantra it is; “I do not know”.
How can it be that I understand more of humanity’s past, and foresee more of our probable future than perhaps any other living human, and yet most of my answers are truthfully the same four words?
I do not know.”
―
“Taya found that the scent of childbirth lingers, its odor distinct like dirt and rain, unique as horses, or autumn’s leafy deadfall, or the ocean. The womb’s peculiar smell is round, a cloyed metallic musk, the scent of dense nutrients and cell divisions, and the very beginning of decay. For as soon as life begins, decay begins as well—at least in this world it does. This world that relentlessly repeats the same two themes over and over:
Birth.
Death.
With varying degrees of life in between.”
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Birth.
Death.
With varying degrees of life in between.”
―
“It's maddening been a Prophet. Like assembling a puzzle when the pieces are doled out erratically over time, and none of them fit until you have enough of them. And it's not like you have a convenient sample picture to go by. Probably you'll have twenty different puzzles going at once, and how should you know which event the pieces go to as they come?
There will in fact come a day when Prophets are thought to be lunatics. And we'll accept it, because that's what it feels like.”
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There will in fact come a day when Prophets are thought to be lunatics. And we'll accept it, because that's what it feels like.”
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“It's maddening been a Prophet. Like assembling a puzzle when the pieces are doled out erratically over time, and none of them fit until you have enough of them. And it's not like you have a convenient sample picture to go by. Probably you'll have twenty different puzzles going at once, and how should you know which event the pieces go to as they come?
There will in fact come a day when Prophets are thought to be lunatics. And we'll accept it, because that's what it feels like.”
―
There will in fact come a day when Prophets are thought to be lunatics. And we'll accept it, because that's what it feels like.”
―
“This simply confirmed what my Mother already knew; I was meant for great things. If she had known what those great things would cost me, could she have offered me so readily? Now that, I do not know.
Indeed, if my life has a mantra it is; “I do not know”.
How can it be that I understand more of humanity’s past, and foresee more of our probable future than perhaps any other living human, and yet most of my answers are truthfully the same four words?
I do not know.”
―
Indeed, if my life has a mantra it is; “I do not know”.
How can it be that I understand more of humanity’s past, and foresee more of our probable future than perhaps any other living human, and yet most of my answers are truthfully the same four words?
I do not know.”
―
“Taya found that the scent of childbirth lingers, its odor distinct like dirt and rain, unique as horses, or autumn’s leafy deadfall, or the ocean. The womb’s peculiar smell is round, a cloyed metallic musk, the scent of dense nutrients and cell divisions, and the very beginning of decay. For as soon as life begins, decay begins as well—at least in this world it does. This world that relentlessly repeats the same two themes over and over:
Birth.
Death.
With varying degrees of life in between.”
―
Birth.
Death.
With varying degrees of life in between.”
―
“I learned as a teenager to keep certain prophecies and visions to myself or at least to my own small council. Our esteemed House of Oracles has many gifted Seers who get overly excited when they finally piece something together. Then the whole world knows. Then they all come to me yammering for solutions. “What shall we do? How can we fix it? Tell us all that you know about this…”
And next come the ad nauseum discussions. Everybody has an opinion—each sure they’ve divined the best course and the talk goes in endless circles for weeks and moons, until I want to cut out their tongues so I no longer have to listen to their egos.
It becomes my dearest wish; a giant bouquet of dry, deflated tongues that are finally finally still.”
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And next come the ad nauseum discussions. Everybody has an opinion—each sure they’ve divined the best course and the talk goes in endless circles for weeks and moons, until I want to cut out their tongues so I no longer have to listen to their egos.
It becomes my dearest wish; a giant bouquet of dry, deflated tongues that are finally finally still.”
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