6.01: The Writing Is On the Wall

Posted: June 14, 2011 by aenghus in Mage: The Awakening, Oisin
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And everywhere else, to my eyes. I see words everywhere, libraries on a postage stamp, a world in a grain of sand, layer upon layer of meaning, some constant, some eternally changing. At first it was too much to stand, overwhelming my senses.

Before I gained my new sight I could see some of this through conventional magics (conventional? how blasé). Glimpses only, but enough to encourage me to seek out more.

After months of confusion I am learning to filter my sight better, distinguish nuances. This hasn’t reduced the complexity of what I’m seeing, quite the contrary. Now I see subtle connections between layers, interactions that escaped me before.

The hardest thing to accept, is that for all its intricate beauty, the vast majority of what I see isn’t for me. Most of it supports the Lie, strengths pancryptia, whether it is the machinations of the Exarchs, the obfuscations of the Guardians or the taint of the Abyss hiding the morsels of Supernal Truth that survived the Fall. Most of the fraction of the whole that holds true meaning are messages for others, or for the I that was or will be.

Still the fraction of a fraction are still diamonds in the dross, each one a wonder to behold.

* Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin

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