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“Under the surfaces of things,” proposes one sorcerer sagely, “there is probably some sort of undersized farmer who causes things to make sense. That is why the living are living and the dead are dead; why all things have their enemies; why one thing is right for one person to do, and a different thing is right for another; why jaguars fall, but sorcerer-sages propose things sagely, rather than the other way around.”

They study their star charts. They project the future.

“Such a farmer cannot endure indefinitely,” argues Hunyg. “Because if a farmer could live forever under the surfaces of things, then that in itself would not make sense.”

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