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- <M__> I remember a night some time ago... I was on a road of another kind.
- <M__> I was late, but for what seems to elude me now.
- <M__> I came upon a man at one point.
- <M__> He was just standing. Motionless.
- <M__> I could see him from minutes away. Looking off at what I could not tell.
- <M__> As I approached him, I reached all kinds of conclusions about who he was. About what he might be waiting for.
- <M__> By the time I was seconds from him, I knew him at some level. Had formed memories with him that never happened.
- <M__> Yet in those seconds, I saw that he was not a man. Not in the way I expected, or even the way you probably envisioned him yourself.
- <M__> Where there should have been hands, there was only straw. Where there should have been feet, there was only cloth.
- <M__> Here was a device set for creatures much slower than myself.
- <M__> And there I was, afraid. Not of the man, but of myself.
- <M__> On that path, that man stood for something.
- <M__> At an intimate distance, he could not be said to even closely resemble that for which he stood. Least of all to me in that moment.
- <M__> So it is with many markers on many paths.
- <M__> On yours, for instance...
- <M__> an 18 could really be an 18.
- <M__> Or it could be a 6.
- <M__> Of all the gifts I have been given, those of the mathematic in nature were never among them.
- <M__> But straw men are another matter.
- <M__> 18 is 6. Identify the other straw men. Line them up. Come to what is mine.
- <M__> Good luck.
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