2 Talking to the Historian

I tried to make sense of what I saw as I tried to find my way out of the dark. Nothing helped. Finally, I decided to put the ring on again, sat down to rest, and did.

I saw the same images and heard the same voice: “I am the Historian. In the beginning there was the Big Bang; in the end there is the same. Everything in between is my domain.”

“Okay,” I said. “But who are you and what are you doing in my head?”

“I am the Historian. In the beginning there was the Big Bang; in the end there is the same. Everything in between is my domain.” Every question I asked got the same answer. “I am the Historian. In the beginning there was the Big Bang….” After ten such exchanges I was agitated. “I am the Historian. In the beginning….” After twenty I was exasperated. “I am the Historian….”

“Yeah?” I challenged with unintentional venom, “Well, I am sick of this!”

“Hello, Sikka Thiss. What would you like to know?”

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