By Shawn Wunjo
I’ve been out of the loop for a while. All this new stuff, this age of investigation and uncertainty– it scares me. In the old days it was so much simpler –my god is better than your god– and in some places it still comes down to that.
But in this subset of reality to which I belong, everything, everyone, seems to teeter on the edge of oblivion.
There’s a reason for this. There has to be. I make my lists, my index of thoughts and miracles, but paper makes a thin wall against the philosophy of the meat priesthood, and they are the ones who control all the facts in the science of today.
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Wunjo is a victim of a Proto-Germanic reconstruction via Gothicism. He sees things that hide from others and only eats (and dies) when he absolutely has to.
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