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[the_fantastic_ms_fox]

A few people mention him, usually in passing. Outside of my mother, I've only heard "you remind me of him" once.

So be it: a man takes his own life. He's one of many I suppose.

But... I want answers. That I'm so interested disturbs me. For someone who's so gung-ho on society before biology (adopt!) (before god?), why am I so intent? I'm twenty-five, he's been dead for over three-quarters of my life for fuck's sake.

                                    but I hear this is the age of asking questions,
                                            an age that precedes a life
                                                    of living in unknown answers.

Indeed, it is on the edge of now. And now, much to my surprise, I may be able to consult a necromancer, or what passes for one nowadays.

So, speak to the man with the secrets, conjure a shade and ask some questions. It worked for Saul.

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[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

In this generation, it's the absence of these men that defines us.

Simply their presence, not their qualities but the fact that they're not a cipher to fill with our own images-- that presence is enough to set people apart.

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm...necromancy...I don't know...

-Brigh