View through the bars

108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. He mentions a woman and the timbre of his voice seems to suggest some sort of emotional connection. I care little about such things, and so I give no reaction. "That I can see through is not an indication of a weakening. It was a gift to us by the Voice. Though it might well be the case that this new technology is a sign of things to come." He has not asked me to speculate, however, nor is that sort of activity something I find myself eager to participate in.