Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
Perhaps I was still too sceptical of the existence of Gods, too judgemental, too stuck in my ways, in my view that Gods were simply extremely powerful beings as yet not completely understood by science. But maybe they did exist - maybe they were unexplainable by my science, my world that had no magic, no mystical forces at play, only things money seemed to have the biggest influence.
"I'm sorry," I offer again, genuinely contrite for the effect my words had on her. My capacity for asking questions was getting a response I was familiar with, as I unknowingly encroached on a sensitive subject and pressed on anyway - the scientist within me wanted to keep asking, to keep probing, to know more, to know all - but I was also human, and I liked to think I was a pretty decent human too.
Perhaps I had some preconceived ideas about the Ascended. Perhaps all of the tales of the Voice I had heard so far had indeed painted them in a negative light for me, and I had let that colour my interaction with this demi-god of the Voice. I was angry at myself for it, and hoped to redeem myself. "I didn't mean to overstep. I've heard bits and pieces of all of the Gods in this world - and I have to admit, the idea of Gods, of real mystical beings that affect change in the world of mortals, is still baffling to me."
My head shakes as if to demonstrate that bafflement, before meeting her eyes once more. "We can change the topic if you like." I offer, happy to give the reins over to the woman to decide where this conversation should go, if it should go anywhere.
"I'm sorry," I offer again, genuinely contrite for the effect my words had on her. My capacity for asking questions was getting a response I was familiar with, as I unknowingly encroached on a sensitive subject and pressed on anyway - the scientist within me wanted to keep asking, to keep probing, to know more, to know all - but I was also human, and I liked to think I was a pretty decent human too.
Perhaps I had some preconceived ideas about the Ascended. Perhaps all of the tales of the Voice I had heard so far had indeed painted them in a negative light for me, and I had let that colour my interaction with this demi-god of the Voice. I was angry at myself for it, and hoped to redeem myself. "I didn't mean to overstep. I've heard bits and pieces of all of the Gods in this world - and I have to admit, the idea of Gods, of real mystical beings that affect change in the world of mortals, is still baffling to me."
My head shakes as if to demonstrate that bafflement, before meeting her eyes once more. "We can change the topic if you like." I offer, happy to give the reins over to the woman to decide where this conversation should go, if it should go anywhere.
CHULANE
