08-13-2018, 06:14 PM
Armande was frustrated with her. In many ways, she was a child. Not physically, of course. And certainly not when it came to responsibility or ferocity. But for her, if it worked, that was all that mattered. There was no deep seated hunger to understand the why's and how's that sat at the center of him. For him, understanding those were the key to power. They were the levers and tools he used. Everything was a puzzle to be taken apart, looked at from every angle until it was clear how it functioned.
Thales of Miletus had changed the world with this philosophy that was the heart of the scientific method. New truths could be arrived at through painstaking logic. Until then, the civilizations of the Yellow River Valley, the Nile, the Indus and those of the Fertile Crescent had all been at the same level, technologically speaking. But it was Thales who gave the Greeks and then the Romans the philosophical tools that allowed them to shoot far ahead. Absorbed by the Arabs and Indians and then fed back to Western Europe through the Moors, these tools had placed the western world at the forefront.
Of course that model was his epistemology. It was how he took in knowledge of the world.
But Valeriya had the simple faith of a child- complete and utter trust that what was, was what should be. He did not begrudge her that. But it could never be his. He had surrendered to fate, was Khylsty in heart and soul, not because of emotion- or at least not just because of emotion. He'd done it because he had been shown his errors, had been broken down and had had it logically presented to him. And he had seen proof, time and again, that Maya or fate was behind all of this, that he and Valeriya had been chosen.
But he doubted he could make her understand why he needed to know- or why it mattered. It didn't matter to her. They were two different sides of the same coin.
She had already dismissed the question and was, instead studying her palm. She must have seen something too, in the brand. He stifled his irritation. "Come, my love. Let me treat your burn. And we can get a better look at it in the light." He lead her back into the safe house.
Thales of Miletus had changed the world with this philosophy that was the heart of the scientific method. New truths could be arrived at through painstaking logic. Until then, the civilizations of the Yellow River Valley, the Nile, the Indus and those of the Fertile Crescent had all been at the same level, technologically speaking. But it was Thales who gave the Greeks and then the Romans the philosophical tools that allowed them to shoot far ahead. Absorbed by the Arabs and Indians and then fed back to Western Europe through the Moors, these tools had placed the western world at the forefront.
Of course that model was his epistemology. It was how he took in knowledge of the world.
But Valeriya had the simple faith of a child- complete and utter trust that what was, was what should be. He did not begrudge her that. But it could never be his. He had surrendered to fate, was Khylsty in heart and soul, not because of emotion- or at least not just because of emotion. He'd done it because he had been shown his errors, had been broken down and had had it logically presented to him. And he had seen proof, time and again, that Maya or fate was behind all of this, that he and Valeriya had been chosen.
But he doubted he could make her understand why he needed to know- or why it mattered. It didn't matter to her. They were two different sides of the same coin.
She had already dismissed the question and was, instead studying her palm. She must have seen something too, in the brand. He stifled his irritation. "Come, my love. Let me treat your burn. And we can get a better look at it in the light." He lead her back into the safe house.