I dream. I'm barefoot on wild moss. Ferns. A misty path Of flat amoeba stones slithers down this gash, three yards deep and wide: rough stone, grass, cement patches where rock fell. Earth yawned this rift splitting plates, and in the raw jaw flat logic fails. An oraclasm! Virgin crust is tabula rasa, so new events upwell here in the grassroots. If you can smell. Downstream, puddles bubble sulfur puffs of steam. I'm up to my knees in fey beasts: squirrel, mink, badger, pika, fox and hare, porcupine and skunk. No pyramid of predators and prey. Comrades, more, colleagues--we ferret the arcane as a team. A human creature looms from mist. To her I seem the oracle. She asks me where to find her lost Loved one. Addresses me alone; can't deem chittering critters people! Yet they understand and do the real work: scent the spoor. I'm just a figurehead. Receptionist! Your biped man to blame. They snuffle ferns, path, grass, our toes, the cliff, not for a scent mundane--our quarry never came to our near-quarry--gulch--but all the same they're primed to seek unique oracular whiff. As I wake, I wonder who our supplicant sought to redeem. And if.

NOTES

• Wisdom to be found through speech in a tiny rift: Iceland! the Allthing, their Congress, was held inside a gash much like my dream; part of the Mid-Atlantic Rift crossing the island, where new crust is born. So...
• The rift may mean making room for the utterly new, and/or solving problems by fairness not force.
• Tabula rasa: "blank slate"; implies an empty, malleable mind, like a baby with few or no predispositions. Behaviorists pushed this model; geneticists debunk it.
• Narrow crack is a spreading-zone rift: today I mapped the Suma Archipelago on Kakalea, a model of a climatologically unlucky world--mostly Australias, Antarcticas. Suma's the fertile exception! Meaning... creative ferment?
• Oracular critters track someone:
  1. echoes a vivid dream, Emadro, in which the Oracle Mink revealed a sneaky saboteur.
  2. ESP? Haven't been consciously searching. But unconsciously, my little psychic dream-critters are sniffing around after... who, what? a girlfriend, a mentor, a catalyst? Dunno.
• ACTION: Patience! And expect the unexpected. The critters are following an intuitive trail... to whom?

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