He looked at Noah, his eyes now holding a deep, philosophical light. "I told them that science, that nature, that the very Way the world works told me what would happen. And then they said the words that changed everything for me."
Anaximander's voice dropped to a whisper, a carrier of a terrible, beautiful truth. "They told me that all of that… is simply what others decided what nature is. That I was different. That my Way of Existence was special, unique compared to others. That what is known as a fact of reality may not be a fact for me. That I could bend it and change it."
He took a step closer, his eyes burning with the fervor of a convert sharing his gospel. "They told me I could take a step and truly appear all the way in outer space. That I could decide that nature is wrong. That I could simply decide that my Way, my nature, was to survive. And then they said…" His voice was a final, compelling call to action.
