He is not meeting Dirk's eyes, because Dirk has no interest in eye contact right now. He's watching the cutieflies instead.
"Wrong. I'd love for you to convince me. There are no 'mere' words, not where I'm from. Within language lie the principles of reason, and by extension, the power to shape thought and codify reality."
The narrative. He's talking about the narrative.
But not just that. The ability to do more than merely transmit information, but to possess or apply a concept--memory, for example, and the full invocation of its concrete terms within three syllables. A single syllable contains not merely rote physical representation of an object or phenomenon, but its sensory reality, its chemical nature, its mythos, its usage. And beyond even that, the metaphysical, and the divine.
"It's been my understanding that your people have an appreciation for that relationship. My guess is either you're afraid of failure, or you're afraid of success. Or... you're lying about what you mean by either one of those. That you're so determined to put Emet ahead of his cause is pretty disturbing, if you ask me." He uncrosses his arms, stuffs his hands into his pockets.
"This isn't a threat or anything. Not only would that be cheap as fuck, it would be downright stupid. We both benefit from your secret being kept right now. I'm not happy about that, by the way. Tying it to stakes that favour me was a real dick move."
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"Wrong. I'd love for you to convince me. There are no 'mere' words, not where I'm from. Within language lie the principles of reason, and by extension, the power to shape thought and codify reality."
The narrative. He's talking about the narrative.
But not just that. The ability to do more than merely transmit information, but to possess or apply a concept--memory, for example, and the full invocation of its concrete terms within three syllables. A single syllable contains not merely rote physical representation of an object or phenomenon, but its sensory reality, its chemical nature, its mythos, its usage. And beyond even that, the metaphysical, and the divine.
"It's been my understanding that your people have an appreciation for that relationship. My guess is either you're afraid of failure, or you're afraid of success. Or... you're lying about what you mean by either one of those. That you're so determined to put Emet ahead of his cause is pretty disturbing, if you ask me." He uncrosses his arms, stuffs his hands into his pockets.
"This isn't a threat or anything. Not only would that be cheap as fuck, it would be downright stupid. We both benefit from your secret being kept right now. I'm not happy about that, by the way. Tying it to stakes that favour me was a real dick move."