July 3rd, 2552 – Tangled web
Part-time mechanic/sometimes suspect Kat James Reporting
So – it turns out that being second cousin, twice removed to Druckab means that I am protected, by him and his clan. The irony here is the fact that his future self tried to kill me, but that hasn’t happened yet, and judging by what has happened it won’t happen now— but that’s how we got here in the first place.
Time for the Parataph is less like a line and more like a spider’s web – sending out tendrils that reach into the past and near future, always feeding back to the center of the circle. I guess if you think about it, it’s a little better than the Fate’s believe that there is no progression just everything at every moment.
Thinking about it as I write this, I realize that we are all part of the well. The Fates are at the center of the well, all the possibilities laid out before you- all of you are part of the whole. The Parataph are the navigation streams in the well— again, it is all about possibilities, but it following one thread from the center of the well to its final place in the puzzle.
And humans? Frail, sequential, chaotic, and driven to move forward— we’re the path out of the well, we are finite time.
Or, I could be in need of more beer.