Well, I am yet young and largely untried, but already an outcast. Uncle Elias will be furious when he discovers I\'ve left the smithy, but he\'ll play up his rage to hide his relief. He was always uncomfortable with the shapes I descried in the forge-fire. The patterns on the metal seemed to move of their own volition under his hammer, forming lurid fantasies of reflection and shadow. Not for me the practical, solid worldview of the village blacksmith.
Not at all.
I\'ve left to try to find out more about the world--and myself. Who can interpret dreams like mine with only the paltry experiences of a backwater village to draw on? Uncle always said I read too much--learned too many fancy words from foreign parts that put strange ideas into my head. Maybe that\'s all it is, and it will make more sense once I\'ve traded the books for reality. But the things in my dreams never came from the pages of any book I ever read. Probably, they never came from any book written by mortal hand. I hope not, for I would pity that mortal--but I long to meet him.
It\'s important to be polite to everyone. When you\'re polite, they forgive the inconsistencies, the sentences that don\'t make sense. Those only happen once in a while. Most of the time, I\'ve got a pretty good grip on reality.
I think.
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I have discovered that there is, indeed a darkness in the world. But, by peering through it to the worlds that lie beyond, one can see not only the destructive decay of entropy, but the chaotic, spontaneous creation of syntropy. Truly, there is more in heaven and earth than I had ever dreamed of.
I have discovered a new mentor in my wanderings--one who offered to help me interpret the strange shapes the world has shown me. I shall support this wise being in his cause as I try to develop my own inner sight more fully. It seems I have found some guidance at last. Metal Bunny is awesome! |