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...water is such a deceptive substance. It seems so simple, and common, yet if you asked the most eloquent of poets or the windiest of statesmen to describe, precisely, the flow of water in a channel, they would be dumbfounded...
...I have begun to think that air might flow in ways similar to water, that both substances follow the same natural rules. When I designed the workings of this castle, I thought that I understood fairly thoroughly the different ways that water can flow. Pump, channel, aqueduct, drainage, watermill, all of these were simple. Now, though, the complexities that I didn't even consider seem overwhelming...the tiniest splinter projecting from the side of a water trough seems capable of destroying the entire flow...the tiniest fault in a bird's plumage seems capable of plummeting the complete animal to the ground...
...I had a dream last night (this is beginning to be a regular, and mildly disturbing occurrence) that seemed to come from the shadowy visitor. This time, though, the shadow explained nothing. He stood on the ramparts of this place, looking out, over the fields below, as one looking out over vast pain and suffering, like a battlefield, like Sodom, Gommorah, Babel, Jericho, or some other battle not yet fought. None of the cold bloodless fighting the city-states would have, but something even colder and emptier, more fraught with meaningless atrocities...and here my waterworks grew horrible also, and flooded everything I could see, as though my works were turned to purposeless destruction. I do not know what this vision means.
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...water is such a deceptive substance. It seems so simple, and common, yet if you asked the most eloquent of poets or the windiest of statesmen to describe, precisely, the flow of water in a channel, they would be dumbfounded...
...I have begun to think that air might flow in ways similar to water, that both substances follow the same natural rules. When I designed the workings of this castle, I thought that I understood fairly thoroughly the different ways that water can flow. Pump, channel, aqueduct, drainage, watermill, all of these were simple. Now, though, the complexities that I didn't even consider seem overwhelming...the tiniest splinter projecting from the side of a water trough seems capable of destroying the entire flow...the tiniest fault in a bird's plumage seems capable of plummeting the complete animal to the ground...
...I had a dream last night (this is beginning to be a regular, and mildly disturbing occurrence) that seemed to come from the shadowy visitor. This time, though, the shadow explained nothing. He stood on the ramparts of this place, looking out, over the fields below, as one looking out over vast pain and suffering, like a battlefield, like Sodom, Gommorah, Babel, Jericho, or some other battle not yet fought. None of the cold bloodless fighting the city-states would have, but something even colder and emptier, more fraught with meaningless atrocities...and here my waterworks grew horrible also, and flooded everything I could see, as though my works were turned to purposeless destruction. I do not know what this vision means.