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     Olme Tlaloco |
13 rabbit, 1 wind, 5 reed. Acatl is the scepter of authority which is, paradoxically, hollow. Ah- so that's his trouble. That's the stick up his brass. Well, ok, computer, take a letter. Commander Smith- I did a little intelligence of my own, and I think I have a better understanding of you as a person. Often, when faced with a staggering loss, we tend to retreat from new human contact. We become aloof, stern, because we fear the pain of loss. We believe that you never lose people. We are simply the house within which the sum of our experiences dwell, and all the people we have ever encountered are residents of that house. Whether you remain aloof or not, loss is inevitable. The song of life is a sad song. What we take from our life is the savor of each individual moment. That's all we have. Trust me, I've lost so much. I know what you feel. I say this as ship's chaplain: Whatever you need. Hmm. Better do this more subtly. Comuputer, honey, strike that last message. Now, to get on with the wedding preparation... |