Cole - I just thought of a new game. Jaz - What's that? Cole - Splat the Specter. Jaz - Rules? Cole - You can help me make them up. Right now all I know for sure is that it involves water guns filled with grape Kool-Aid and two ferrets named Biff and Chlamydia. Vayl - Why Ferrets? Jaz - Really? You want to know about his choice of pets when he's named one of them after an STD?
Jaz caught himself a Myngelle.' 'I'm surprised Anadyr let you out into the Plains by yourselves, ' smiled Corianna, 'and you had best return that egg. The Merfolk will not be happy with you.' 'Oh... ! They'll have forgotten about all that by the time I have to journey to the Plains, ' said Jazdyr, cradling the unhatched egg. 'They don't forget anything, Jaz, ' said Jaden, 'and our Lady Elf is right, you can't be handling that egg. You have to prepare to be a warrior.' 'What if I don't want to be a warrior? I can just look after this egg, after it hatches.' 'I don't think there's many openings for a zoo keeper in Mordana.
What if one were to want to hunt for these hidden presences? You can't just rummage around like you're at a yard sale. You have to listen. You have to pay attention. There are certain things you can't look at directly. You need to trick them into revealing themselves. That's what we're doing with Walter, Jaz. We're juxtaposing things, listening for echoes. It's not some silly cybernetic dream of command and control, modeling the whole world so you can predict the outcome. It's certainly not a theory of everything. I don't have a theory of any kind. What I have is far more profound.' 'What's that?' 'A sense of humor.' Jaz looked at him, trying to find a clue in his gaunt face, in the clear gray eyes watching him with such - what? Amusement? Condescension? There was something about the man which brought on a sort of hermeneutic despair. He was a forest of signs. 'We're hunting for jokes.' Bachman spoke slowly, as if to a child. 'Parapraxes. Cosmic slips of the tongue. They're the key to the locked door. They'll help us discover it.' 'Discover what?' 'The face of God. What else would we be looking for?
Think about Isis," Jaz repeated. "And Sadie... there is a purpose. You taught us that. We choose to believe in Ma'at. We create order out of chaos, beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness. That's what Egypt is all about. That's why its name, its ren, has endured for millennia. Don't despair. Otherwise Chaos wins.
Think about Isis, ' Jaz repeated. 'And Sadie... there is a purpose. You taught us that. We choose to believe in Ma'at. We create order out of chaos, beauty and meaning out of ugly randomness. That's what Egypt is all about. That's why its name, its ren, has endured for millennia. Don't despair. Otherwise Chaos wins.
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