But Lies Were What People

Look At The Pattern This Seashell Makes. The Dappled Whorl, Curving Inward To Infinity. That's The Shape Of The Universe Itself. There's Constant Pressure, Pushing Towards Pattern. A Tendency In Matter To Evolve Into Ever More Complex Forms. It's A Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

History Was Like Some Vast Thing That Was Always Over The Tight Horizon, Invisible Except In Its Effects. It Was What Happened When You Weren't Looking -- An Unknowable Infinity Of Events, Which Although Out Of Control, Controlled Everything.

You Could Never Teach Other People Anything That Mattered. The Important Things They Had To Learn For Themselves, Almost Always By Making Mistakes, So That The Lessons Arrived Too Late To Help. Experience Was In That Sense Useless. It Was Precisely What Could Not Be Passed Along In A Lesson.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

Atoms Have A Nucleus, Made Of Protons And Neutrons Bound Together. Around This Nucleus Shells Of Electrons Spin, And Each Shell Is Either Full Or Trying To Get Full, To Balance With The Number Of Protons-to Balance The Number Of Positive And Negative Charges. An Atom Is Like A Human Heart, You See.