Log of the Cambric, continued
Feb. 8th, 2006 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerActually, this stuff is quite fascinating when you get into it.
I'm still not clear on the distinction between Coprodists and Neo-Coprodists, but apparently we're the latter. I mustn't forget that. Plut was one of three worlds to break away from the Coprodist Panarchy four hundred and sixty years ago, and the only one whose heresy has managed to survive and become an actual sect. They still work from the same holy book, the Testament of Klurn, but they differ on the translation of several key phrases. For instance, the Coprodists say that after death the soul is "divided" into up to thirty-seven pieces, andwe say the Neo-Coprodists say that it's "shattered." Some of their opponents called them Shatterists in the early days, but that's pretty much died out.
Anyway, enough theology. P can be quite efficient when he wants to be (which of course only goes to fuel my suspicions) and while I was still finishing my breakfast this morning the car arrived to take me to the Heresiarchal plane, a sleek suborbital job with the sort of accommodations one might expect for a humble servant of the faithful. I had a surprise for him, though: he thought he was going to stay behind and mind the store, but I wasn't having any of that. He's on the plane now with me. Well, not with me obviously. I left him up front so I could write this in peace.
He could be watching me though.
No, that's just being silly and paranoid. I'm sitting in the bathroom cupboard surrounded by towels with all the taps running and writing in the dark by feel. How could he possibly be watching me?
That's the devil of it. I don't know.
That was the descent warning. Better go back and buckle up. Fourteen major cities in three weeks. It's not going to be a pleasure jaunt.
I've just had a curious thought.
I'm still not clear on the distinction between Coprodists and Neo-Coprodists, but apparently we're the latter. I mustn't forget that. Plut was one of three worlds to break away from the Coprodist Panarchy four hundred and sixty years ago, and the only one whose heresy has managed to survive and become an actual sect. They still work from the same holy book, the Testament of Klurn, but they differ on the translation of several key phrases. For instance, the Coprodists say that after death the soul is "divided" into up to thirty-seven pieces, and
Anyway, enough theology. P can be quite efficient when he wants to be (which of course only goes to fuel my suspicions) and while I was still finishing my breakfast this morning the car arrived to take me to the Heresiarchal plane, a sleek suborbital job with the sort of accommodations one might expect for a humble servant of the faithful. I had a surprise for him, though: he thought he was going to stay behind and mind the store, but I wasn't having any of that. He's on the plane now with me. Well, not with me obviously. I left him up front so I could write this in peace.
He could be watching me though.
No, that's just being silly and paranoid. I'm sitting in the bathroom cupboard surrounded by towels with all the taps running and writing in the dark by feel. How could he possibly be watching me?
That's the devil of it. I don't know.
That was the descent warning. Better go back and buckle up. Fourteen major cities in three weeks. It's not going to be a pleasure jaunt.
I've just had a curious thought.