“Chance?” I repeat. My instinct is to disagree. Nothing is left to chance, not really. What we think of as chance is merely just ignorance. Deterministic forces in the world if properly understood, predict all. But if that is the case, then emotions are simply a part of those mechanisms, albeit ones far less important than I had ever considered them, but perhaps just as integral.
This subconclusion is not one that I enjoy, and so I file it away for careful pondering later.
I listen as he speaks, storing bits of what he says that seem relevant. Once I enjoyed music and was even quite competent in the playing of certain stringed instruments. Though the desire to do so now has completely left me, still part of me wonders if my adroitness has remained or if my muscle memory has sufficiently atrophied.
“I would hear more about this guild.” I say with a nod. “You seem wise, and yet your knowledge of this place is limited. An interesting position for you to hold as the leader of this place.” My voice is without judgement, merely an observation. If anything, I approve. “I too search for knowledge.” I offer, rather absently then fall silent for him to continue.
This subconclusion is not one that I enjoy, and so I file it away for careful pondering later.
I listen as he speaks, storing bits of what he says that seem relevant. Once I enjoyed music and was even quite competent in the playing of certain stringed instruments. Though the desire to do so now has completely left me, still part of me wonders if my adroitness has remained or if my muscle memory has sufficiently atrophied.
“I would hear more about this guild.” I say with a nod. “You seem wise, and yet your knowledge of this place is limited. An interesting position for you to hold as the leader of this place.” My voice is without judgement, merely an observation. If anything, I approve. “I too search for knowledge.” I offer, rather absently then fall silent for him to continue.
