“It is when it is,” Nadio grumbled. “The gods have a time for everything.”
“This desire for order causes suffering,” the healer told Nadio. “Our time in this universe is brief, do not wish it away.”
“There is the better place.”
“Nadio, do you see that cloud over there?”
“No,” said Nadio, observing the clear sky.
“Exactly. Our lives are as brief and as significant as collections of moisture in the atmosphere. We come together for a moment and then we dissipate.”
“You shouldn’t speak like that. You will upset the gods.”
“I’m not afraid what will happen to me once this illusion ends and I return to my place in the cosmic soup.”
Sevan was hungry. The sound of cosmic soup appealed to him.
“What is going to happen when we find this tribe?” Sevan asked.
“Why do you insist on living in t
