Chapter 3: A Problematic Birthday Party
When I awoke the following day, the details of the previous day reassembled gradually in my mind, and it took me some effort to realize they had really happened, and were not part of some dream. Especially difficult was accepting that bit about the number nine, in both the cards and those gold coins.
Thinking about that actually sent a shiver down my spine as I still lay in bed. It wasn’t just what it could mean either. There were two points that bothered me. First, was I that irrational a person? I had always prided myself in being rational; it was a cornerstone to my world-view, and now it seemed in question. But that was nothing compared to the second point, which was: What if the world actually were less rational than I had always thought?
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