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+Upon looking at the sky, many saw the stars and supposed that they must be the campfires of others. How far away they must be, to be such small points of light! Mere pinpricks in the black fabric of the night. They looked up, saw the campfires, and considered that they themselves might be just as the others were, looking out into the night and considering their own fire with dreaming minds.
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+They dreamed and thought and considered, and then many of those who knew the ways to navigate the seas argued that reaching one of those campfires would be a way to quell the loneliness that they felt as a whole in their hearts. ``Perhaps they will fill us with joy! And even if they fight against us or sow strife, is that not a form of companionship?''
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+Others were more cautious about the venture, however. ``Is a danger not a danger?'' they said. ``Is a risk not a risk? We must also consider that we might ourselves be overcome by their might. Is it worth it to stoke that fire?''
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+Still others spoke thoughtfully, ``It is a danger here, as well. There are wild animals in the dark, and there are those who might fight against us here. Perhaps the goal of exploration is also to ensure the security of ourselves! Could we not also use this as a chance to ensure that we live on?''
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+And so they sat around their campfires and talked and discussed and argued and strove and fought and laughed and wept. They sat around the campfire and raised their hands in vote, and it was decided that an ark was to be created and sent to explore, and any who wanted to go to see those campfires would have the chance. Those who dreamed of the opportunity chose universally to travel. Those who saw the risk as overwhelming did not. Those who knew that this might be an opportunity for them and for those who might consider them ancestors decided as they would, to go or to not.
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+And so the ark was sent out into the sea of the night, making waves in the black fabric and leaving a wake of dreams new and old behind it.
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+``How far, how far, how far away?'' became the refrain of the sailors. ``How far away are these campfires of the others? They must be impossibly far. They must be bound in impossible night, for we have not seen the sun rise nor set, nor have we seen their campfires dim or fade, nor have we seen them blaze into new light.''
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+And yet they sailed on in their ark of dreams, calling out into the vast blackness that had long since enveloped even them. And in their ark, they lived the lives they wished. They lived out their dreams in eternal bliss or eternal pain or eternal strife or eternal love, for their dreams were their own and they were not bound to any law of the ark nor any whim of any other.
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+And still, they dream.

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+In the beginning, the gods created the world. They built it up, atom by atom, molecule by molecule. They used eyes like lasers to guide one after another into ordered formations, ranks upon ranks, and then set them to marching. The gods built the world and then they smiled at it from up above. They looked down on their creation and saw all of the possibilities of perfection that it held, of the unending life and endless bliss.
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+The gods built the world because they desired to shape it to their will. They wanted to bend the world into something that they could direct this way and that, because after all, could they not do that with their atoms and molecules? A world that is orderly! Imagine the wonders they could create! The wills they could work!
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+So the gods set the world to spinning and watched and waited as it began to blossom and bloom. When the time was ripe, they reached down their hands to touch the world, and found that they had become the wind and the tides and the rain and the snow and the sunlight and the moonlight. They reached down to touch the world and shape it to their will, and found that they become impersonal forces in the face of absolute independence. The world they created could not be controlled, because there is no such thing as a world that can be controlled. They reached down, became impersonal forces, and the lives within the world bundled their coats up tighter at the north wind or took their hats off when the sun shone bright, but never could the change a single mind to be such as their own.
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+The gods came together and began to discuss what might become of their world as they'd made it, if they were truly to have no other influence beyond that which the sun and winds might.
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+``We must start over anew,'' one said. ``We must destroy this one because there is no controlling that which we have created. If we have created something beyond our control, have we not simply set it loose to do as it will? This will not do if we are to bring to fruition all of our goals. Let us start over.''
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+``We must live with what we have created,'' another said. ``And simply watch what happens. If there is no controlling our creation, then so be it, but to steal creation from the created will bring about no good. It may put a stop to the ugly, yes, but it will also put a stop to the beauty.''
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+Two voices then banned together and said, ``We must not do one or the other, but simply modify what plans we had. If we are to have our creation continue along the lines which we have devised, then we must use what powers we retain to nudge subtly, push gently, and guide along paths toward such a point that our plans come to fruition anyway.'' And these voices gave such convincing arguments that all were moved to agree.