If science and faith could finally mate and give birth to a brave new future, what would it smell like?
That was exactly the sort of question I never cared to answer when I was twenty four. When you're a young and enthusiastic sucker, confident that the world is yours to shake and reshape, you don't really stop to brood over such kooky stuff. Do you?
It was also, quite unfortunately, the sort of question whose answer I was doomed to find anyway.
So now, as I sit to write the whole thing down, hopping I'd have enough time to finish this task, I realize that true wisdom and a full understanding of life are not to be achieved by seeking them deliberately, but by having them unexpectedly thrown upon you if you were really unlucky.
It all started late on a balmy summer's evening, a few hours before the events that led to the destruction of the world began. I had just arrived at the city of Lundda. Word has it that if you hadn't been to Lundda you hadn't seen a thing--(cont.below)
2006-12-28
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