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-==== a ====
+==== High ====
 "Ah, little mist. What dark did you wander out of?"
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 "What are the high ones?" he'd asked once, simply, faint curiosity underpinning it but barely edging the tide of true feeling. "Gods?"
-"I've heard men call us that." A diffident shrug from one who glowed with a blue light, though he'd carved himself in the shape of a man.
+"I've heard men call us that." A diffident shrug from one who glowed with a blue light, though he'd carved himself in the shape of a man. "What is a god to you?"
 Tayas' hands stilled from their ceaseless, restless typing. The electric impulse of his mind and essence continued zinging through the networks of his intelligence. "One who has great power, who answers what is asked of them."

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	Cry out for the talents unburied, unwasted!<br>		Cry out for the talents unburied, unwasted!<br>
	Cry out for the Spirit to		Cry out for the Spirit to
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		+	=== 4/21/25 ===
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		+	==== a ====
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		+	"Ah, little mist. What dark did you wander out of?"
		+
		+	He smiled so that his teeth just showed.
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		+	<hr>
		+
		+	"What are the high ones?" he'd asked once, simply, faint curiosity underpinning it but barely edging the tide of true feeling. "Gods?"
		+
		+	"I've heard men call us that." A diffident shrug from one who glowed with a blue light, though he'd carved himself in the shape of a man.
		+	"What is a god to you?"
		+
		+	Tayas' hands stilled from their ceaseless, restless typing. The electric impulse of his mind and essence continued zinging through the networks of his intelligence. "One who has great power, who answers what is asked of them."
		+
		+	The fierce blue wind, the high one of Tayas' wife, shrugged again. "Yes."
		+
		+	"One who made the heavens."
		+
		+	Such a smile, the edge of white bone teeth and glitter of eye. "No."
		+
		+	Tayas' fingers started back up, comfortable when the gleam of reality shone through.
		+
		+	"Child, we <em>are</em> the heavens."

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+==== Cry Aloud! (poem) ====
 Cry out in the midst of a barren wasteland!<br>
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 And let not the latter rains spurn!
-Cry out
+Cry out for the talents unburied, unwasted!<br>

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	Ahima hmmed thoughtfully, watching the dance of threads radiating from his friend–one thick and golden as any of the ones leading to the members of Irya's born siblings–then finally answered, "I won't."		Ahima hmmed thoughtfully, watching the dance of threads radiating from his friend–one thick and golden as any of the ones leading to the members of Irya's born siblings–then finally answered, "I won't."
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		+	=== 4/16/25 ===
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		+	====
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		+	Cry out in the midst of a barren wasteland!<br>
		+	Cry out for its King to return!<br>
		+	Cry out that the Sun of righteousness rise<br>
		+	And let not the latter rains spurn!
		+
		+	Cry out

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 "Ah." Instant understanding lit in Yinna's eyes. He leaned back, apparently at his desk, the top edges of a book in frame.
-"Stuying?" Ahima asked.
+"Studying?" Ahima asked.
 Yinna nodded easily. "We all get homework."
 Whatever candidate pool he was automatically in from birth, Ahima surmised. It tended to be a thing with the eastern clans; they didn't give their children time to decide whether they wanted to be in it.
 == April 2025 ==

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	Whatever candidate pool he was automatically in from birth, Ahima surmised. It tended to be a thing with the eastern clans; they didn't give their children time to decide whether they wanted to be in it.		Whatever candidate pool he was automatically in from birth, Ahima surmised. It tended to be a thing with the eastern clans; they didn't give their children time to decide whether they wanted to be in it.
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		+	== April 2025 ==
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		+	=== 4/15/25 ===
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		+	==== Some Kind of Heaven ====
		+
		+	"Are there really twelve heavens?" Ahima asked, dropping onto the bed beside Irya.
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		+	Layers upon layers. He didn't really have to choose between them, did he?
		+
		+	Irya eyed Ahima's exposed shoulder. yees clothing had really been designed for recognized adults who had sworn marks to show off, not children without them.
		+
		+	"I've never counted," Irya answered, sounding distracted. He gestured at the shirt. "You'll get cold."
		+
		+	Ginieng's summers were pleasant, but this high up in the mountains, it <em>was</em> cold.
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		+	Ahima hmmed thoughtfully, watching the dance of threads radiating from his friend–one thick and golden as any of the ones leading to the members of Irya's born siblings–then finally answered, "I won't."

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	There are days you feel you are worthless, you have accomplished nothing for all you were given talents, and perhaps you are not even remaining in God's plan. But God's will for you is not dependent on the strength of others, or whether you are as righteous, as early, as strong, or even as productive as they are. His will for you is that you take what you have been given, no matter how meagre or abundant, and follow Him. His favor is found by simply choosing to come and serve as best you may.		There are days you feel you are worthless, you have accomplished nothing for all you were given talents, and perhaps you are not even remaining in God's plan. But God's will for you is not dependent on the strength of others, or whether you are as righteous, as early, as strong, or even as productive as they are. His will for you is that you take what you have been given, no matter how meagre or abundant, and follow Him. His favor is found by simply choosing to come and serve as best you may.
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		+
		+	== March 2025 ==
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		+	=== 3/31/25 ===
		+
		+	==== Some Kind of Heaven ====
		+
		+	"Hello, Yinna." Ahima tucked his folded hands beneath his chin and aimed the faintest of smiles into the device screen. Irya wasn't in the room, so he had free room to flop out on the bed and call whoever he wanted.
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		+	Yinna turned his nose up suspiciously and eyed the entire screen with obvious scrutiny. "Just you?" he sounded surprised. "I thought you'd drag Irya along."
		+
		+	Ahima tapped a finger on the spread, considering those words with interest. "Usually Irya's the one dragging me along."
		+
		+	"Ah." Instant understanding lit in Yinna's eyes. He leaned back, apparently at his desk, the top edges of a book in frame.
		+
		+	"Stuying?" Ahima asked.
		+
		+	Yinna nodded easily. "We all get homework."
		+
		+	Whatever candidate pool he was automatically in from birth, Ahima surmised. It tended to be a thing with the eastern clans; they didn't give their children time to decide whether they wanted to be in it.

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	...		...
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		+	<hr>
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		+	"Did you ever want to become anything other than a guardian?"
		+
		+	Irya's mother set the ladle down in the pot and turned her full attention on Ahima.
		+
		+	He stood very still and straight though the weight of that attention made him want to pull away.
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		+	She reached out and tucked her hand behind his head and bent to his height. "I wanted to protect my family," she said. "I never thought once about whether I wanted to be the guardian."
		+
		+	Ahima blinked at her for a long moment, not fully comprehending such a statement.
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		+	But Irya's mother patted him on the head gently and told him to clean his hands for supper, so he let her words wash over him and dipped his head obediently, turning to action rather than thought. It was only later in the night that he took them down off the shelf of his mind again and considered.
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		+	Irya's breath was slow and even beside him. His friend had curled up on his side and gone straight to sleep while Ahima pretended sleepiness. Irya's house was a good place to think things over, so far ashore from the Dragon Sea where Ahima's family lived. High up in the mountains and the river gurgling away too distant to even hear from Irya's house, Ahima could pretend he was free of the water he swam in, the current of his mother's expectations.
		+
		+	And perhaps that was the taste of what Irya's mother meant. She had lived in her own sea, dived below the waves, and to be the guardian was her tool and not her duty.

	<hr>		<hr>

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	Ahima stared at the ceiling that night a long time after Irya had fallen asleep and burrowed into Ahima's side as if he were a pillow. Ahima almost wished their other gathering friends were here, so he could figure out if Irya was actually <em>right</em>, but he also shrank from the idea. It was easier not to test the theory.		Ahima stared at the ceiling that night a long time after Irya had fallen asleep and burrowed into Ahima's side as if he were a pillow. Ahima almost wished their other gathering friends were here, so he could figure out if Irya was actually <em>right</em>, but he also shrank from the idea. It was easier not to test the theory.
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		+	<hr>
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		+	"Dad."
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		+	Ahima found his father in the living room, speculatively eyeing up a bowl of cut glass.

	<hr>		<hr>

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−	==== ? ====	+	==== Note to Self: What is That to You? ====
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		+	I am reminded often lately of the line in Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis where Aslan tells various characters: "That is someone else's story. I am telling you your story."
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		+	And in that, I see the echoes of the Gospel of John, towards the final words of the book, where Jesus tells Peter, "If I will that he remain till I come, what is that to you? You follow me."
		+
		+	It is easy to look at the spirituality of others, those you have loved and admired and looked up to over the years, and think to yourself, but I am the least, how could I be the one that God has chosen? It can be easy to think to yourself that you do not have the talents or the promises or the strengths that others have.
		+
		+	But again, the Parable of the Talents, where some are given five, some two, some one. Was the one who was given two talents unable to find the approval of his Lord? No, his master did not look upon the one who had ten talents to return to him and compare him who had only four. He told them both, "Well done, good and faithful servant."
		+
		+	Sometimes, you see those who are so much younger than you and yet who have done so much more than you. You see those who seem to have greater skills and capabilities, who have accomplished more though they started later, who are able to work harder. And yet, what is that to you? Follow Him.
		+
		+	Again, the Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard. Those who idled until late, even the eleventh hour, who worked only one hour, they received the same wages as those who worked from the early morning.
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		+	There are days you feel you are worthless, you have accomplished nothing for all you were given talents, and perhaps you are not even remaining in God's plan. But God's will for you is not dependent on the strength of others, or whether you are as righteous, as early, as strong, or even as productive as they are. His will for you is that you take what you have been given, no matter how meagre or abundant, and follow Him. His favor is found by simply choosing to come and serve as best you may.