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The road wound tighter with erosion, and the trees grew taller on me since I blinked last on this walk through the wilderness. Time eats everything with a cosmic gluttony, from the moment of our conception til our particles dissolve into a nothingness beyond nothingness. To be able to feel that entropy is a torture in itself, even when the body itself regenerates endlessly in defiance of it. Imagine constantly receiving a knife to the ribs, only for the tissues to knit back into place a moment later, robbing you from the desired release of pain. That is what an elongated existence resembles. What does Geomancy tell us this is the result of? If all are subject to balances in the cosmic schema, what do I personally balance? Where is the fulcrum in juxtaposition to me? These are questions I seek to answer in my studies. Move the stone an inch from where it was, and the breath of Qi flows differently. Perhaps what was an icy, paralyzing tingle of Shar becomes a Sheng ripple that soothes. Place the mirror in the southeast corner instead of in front of the bed, and the sleeper benefits from not facing their own bedridden reflection and from tainted Qi flow. These are things the Geomancer learns, yes. I feel like the stone being moved, a lot. I think the gods gave me wings so I can be relocated easier. Wherever I go, chaos follows. It's an easy matter to pluck up my body and move it somewhere better. That happened once when I was a child, in the middling years of Yuri's reign. Men with ill intentions, who smelled of wine, fear, and bad decisions stole me from my home. I heard there was much debate over what would be done to retrieve me. Shar moves in a straight, rushing path, so did the blade that came to liberate me from the iron bars. Shar is relentless. So is nature; so was she. It would be decades before I wanted to step outside again, afraid of humanity. I hate humanity and how proud it is with its sentience. Even a bird will cease to crash against the window after a while; mankind never does, in its quest to overtake the cosmic integrity. And insanity is defined by expecting different results from the same mad actions. But so is science, and Geomancy is a science. Great-grandmother floats on the breeze, her lacelike wings having no fare for human matters anymore. I visit her; she does not know me. She does not know worldly cares. She is blessed among us, and her wisdom lives on through the scrolls and oral traditions. Maybe if I learn how to move the stones as she did, I can someday lose my worldly insight and be one with the cosmic integrity, to be a child again before I understood mankind's darkness. I won't care where that fulcrum is and where I rest within this convoluted stage. Until then, may the waters nourish the woods and wash the path clear of debris on the way home to the House of Chi. | |