Pierre-Auguste Cot paintings
Philip Craig paintings
Paul McCormack paintings
People remember other—their other—lives," I said, and looked for confirmation.
Annup thought it over. "I guess so," he said, uncertain. "Is that how you do it?"
"No," I said. "I mean, I never did. I don't understand."
I brought up the English word transmigration on my translatomat. The Hennebet translation was about birds who fly north in the rainy season and south in the dry season. I brought up reincarnation, and it told me about digestive processes. I brought up my big gun: metempsychosis. The machine told me that there was no word for this "belief" held by many peoples of the other planes that "souls" moved at death into different "bodies." The translatomat was working in Hennebet, of course, but the words I have put in quotation marks were all in English.
Annup came by while I was engaged in this research. The Hennebet use no large machinery, doing all their digging and building with hand tools, but they long ago borrowed electronic technologies from people on other planes, using them for . He laughed now. "'Belief'—that's
Monday, August 11, 2008
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