'Wisdom is understanding ones own limitations and yet daring still to cross them. Knowledge is simply that which falls inbetween. We all lack it, for it is quantifiable. Wisdom though ..." I shrug, my words feeling discordant and hollow in my own skull and so I let them linger.
I listen to his elaboration, thinking it apt and appropriate. There was once a guild similiar to the one he describes. "Not so long ago, or perhaps it was, there existed another guild of similar origins. It was they who built the Atheneum. Prior to that record keeping as you might have noticed was done for pragmatic purposes at best. There exist gulfs in the literature of the history within the bubble, as well as without. Those who knew of Caido died before they thought to write down their knowledge. There was still hope, back then."
Curators ... I like that term. Something in it makes me think of agriculture, as if the sort of knowledge the pale-man speaks of can be cultivated rather than picked up like discarded parchment. Perhaps it even is so.
"I have no interest in that which occurs beyond the barrier." I say, and do not return the smile as he knows I will not. I do...settle though. Perhaps it is merely internally, for my body has been physically primed for years and requires little rest or relaxation just now. "The Outlanders such as yourself surely have information that might be useful to our existence here, but I have no need of their stories or anecdotes. You all seem to be quite fond of such retellings however." I say with a mild shrug. I do not seek to understand the human condition, and something in their whimsical remembers seem to hint at a greater mystery therein. But if one does not exist, I do not feel its pull. I do not care.
"I believe I will visit. The Voice has reminded me of our plight, to break down the barrier. Perhaps I can lend my knowledge to your group. Perhaps together we can make advances."
I listen to his elaboration, thinking it apt and appropriate. There was once a guild similiar to the one he describes. "Not so long ago, or perhaps it was, there existed another guild of similar origins. It was they who built the Atheneum. Prior to that record keeping as you might have noticed was done for pragmatic purposes at best. There exist gulfs in the literature of the history within the bubble, as well as without. Those who knew of Caido died before they thought to write down their knowledge. There was still hope, back then."
Curators ... I like that term. Something in it makes me think of agriculture, as if the sort of knowledge the pale-man speaks of can be cultivated rather than picked up like discarded parchment. Perhaps it even is so.
"I have no interest in that which occurs beyond the barrier." I say, and do not return the smile as he knows I will not. I do...settle though. Perhaps it is merely internally, for my body has been physically primed for years and requires little rest or relaxation just now. "The Outlanders such as yourself surely have information that might be useful to our existence here, but I have no need of their stories or anecdotes. You all seem to be quite fond of such retellings however." I say with a mild shrug. I do not seek to understand the human condition, and something in their whimsical remembers seem to hint at a greater mystery therein. But if one does not exist, I do not feel its pull. I do not care.
"I believe I will visit. The Voice has reminded me of our plight, to break down the barrier. Perhaps I can lend my knowledge to your group. Perhaps together we can make advances."
