”“Did you do anything to the place that made it better?”He shook his head. “We evolve constantly, with every cycle. My favorite stuffed animal, a threadbare mammoth named Mamie, lay on the pillow. None of it—it doesn’t change who you are.
” Blackett put down his mug, wanting to escape the musty room with its miasma of cranky desperation. Clarity lets you choose the course that will make you happiest. I’m just struck by the different ways in which we’ve used that understanding. Shh…”… and meeting, merging, mixing, mutating—“And dying, to be an Other is to die, again and again, to evolve with every
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