Then you have The Story of the Emperor Who Had No Clothes. And suppose a little boy pointed out this fact in a loud, clear voice. Supposing an emperor was persuaded to wear a new suit of clothes whose material was so fine that, to the common eye, the clothes weren't there. Events that start in different places and different times all bear down on that one tiny point in spacetime, which is the perfect moment. And if you want the story, then remember that a story does not unwind. Nine-tenths of the universe, in fact, is the paperwork. It is unaccounted for because it is doing the accounting for the rest of it, and you cannot see the back of your own head. Every atom has its biography, every star its file, every chemical exchange its equivalent of the inspector with a clipboard. and direction of everything in the other tenth. what does master want for breakfast?' he said. That was the only thing that he currently knew for sure. It was too early in the morning for it to be early in the morning. Ask me.' The apprentice gave him a bleary look. I have heard the heartbeat of the universe. And I can teach these skills even to you, Clodpool. I know how to make a moment last for ever, because it already has. I have learned how to shape it and bend it. 'I know that time was made for men, not the other way round. 'She has told me everything,' Wen went on. There was a glow in his eyes and, when he moved, there were strange silvery-blue lights in the air, like reflections from liquid mirrors. There was something new about his master. We have a great deal to do.' Clodpool hesitated. 'In the cup of the hand there is no past, no future. 'Dear stupid Clodpool, I have learned everything,' said Wen. Was yesterday real? Or is it only the memory that is real? Truly, yesterday I was not born.' Clodpool's face became a mask of agonized incomprehension. 'Remember? We came up here and I cooked a meal, and had the rind off your sklang because you didn't want it.' 'I remember yesterday,' said Wen thoughtfully. I think there was, master,' said Clodpool, struggling to his feet.
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