That is a good point. We should keep our minds open to whatever the truth may be. Anything else would be a betrayal and symptomatic of arrogance. There could be a single truth, or many, or some odd configuration of which we are not aware. Who is to say there isn't another world past your true world of patterns that we cannot see as most people cannot see the patterns that make up the material world?
[ It's so...pleasing to be having this conversation. Something that is usually tight in his chest loosens, just a small amount. Linhardt feels lighter in his body, despite the fact that he and the woman are walking through Etraya at night so he can show her how off this place can be. There is still some pleasure in it, in finding someone who agrees so readily that the search for truth is important.
He smiles in the dark. A real smile, where his shoulders relax and the corners of his eyes crinkle. Out here, there is no worry of anyone seeing him. And if nobody sees his joy, nobody can snuff it out.
Stopping, Linhardt waits for the woman to compose her thoughts and resume movement. She can take her time. They aren't in any hurry.]
I await your thoughts. I can trust that they will be considered and measured, which is a rarity I can appreciate, and that you will share your opinion once you've decided it is well formed.
Ah. Here.
[He holds up an arm to indicate they should stop. At the border between the replica of the monastery and the 'regular' city. It's difficult to see in the moonlight, but to Linhardt, the evidence is as clear as day - the grass and soil are completely different. He crouches down and motions for her to join him.]
Do you see?
Look at this. It's a straight line. 180 degrees. That is not a normal pattern for ecologies. It is like... a shell that is parabolic or exponential rather than possessing the ratio. It's off. It's wrong.
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[ It's so...pleasing to be having this conversation. Something that is usually tight in his chest loosens, just a small amount. Linhardt feels lighter in his body, despite the fact that he and the woman are walking through Etraya at night so he can show her how off this place can be. There is still some pleasure in it, in finding someone who agrees so readily that the search for truth is important.
He smiles in the dark. A real smile, where his shoulders relax and the corners of his eyes crinkle. Out here, there is no worry of anyone seeing him. And if nobody sees his joy, nobody can snuff it out.
Stopping, Linhardt waits for the woman to compose her thoughts and resume movement. She can take her time. They aren't in any hurry.]
I await your thoughts. I can trust that they will be considered and measured, which is a rarity I can appreciate, and that you will share your opinion once you've decided it is well formed.
Ah. Here.
[He holds up an arm to indicate they should stop. At the border between the replica of the monastery and the 'regular' city. It's difficult to see in the moonlight, but to Linhardt, the evidence is as clear as day - the grass and soil are completely different. He crouches down and motions for her to join him.]
Do you see?
Look at this. It's a straight line. 180 degrees. That is not a normal pattern for ecologies. It is like... a shell that is parabolic or exponential rather than possessing the ratio. It's off. It's wrong.