We mustn’t let the receiver of the Blast perceive any noise interference. If we turn our thoughts into sounds, they throw us out of the Wait. In the line, you have to keep the words inside your head. The Blast is our link to what existed before the Bang, when the beat was always there and all around, and rhythms bounded about freely.įinally, I can see the Rusty Temple and I whoop in silence. They also say that this could never be like that, except when we’re receiving the Blast. They say that the world of before was evergreen, that there was no need to hunt or to protect yourself, and that it was called the past. Those-Who-Know-How-It-Was explain that the course of time started with the Bang. The first one must already be hearing the Blast. Just like every three thin moons, the pilgrimage takes the shape of a snake and slips between the ash and the ruins. I believe in the rhythm, I was taught to carry on. But I’d be incapable of doing a No-Further. Those of us who sit down now will turn to dust. It’s the exhaustion of the last day, the beat prior to the Blast. I walk slower and slower as the inertia wanes. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
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