Mick is rocked on his heels by the self-stirring floating tea dishes at first, but then finds it entertaining. He listens intently and considers for a few moments.“What you choose to do about it, well not so much.
… More than anything else,” Sophia concluded “you have reached a crossroad. You can still walk away and pretend it was just something you imagined and live a normal life. Once you cross over into KNOWING … I mean experientially … the truth, the door to a normal life in a normal world closes forever. So you should choose carefully which world you want to live in.”
”Well, Spohia, I’m not entirely sure how just how much choice I actually have in this matter. The metaphysical, uh, talents seem to have a way of finding me when needed. But they’ve also quite embedded themselves into my thoughts. I can certainly tell you I ain’t just going to be able pretend not to notice them, pretend it never happened. Plus, it was exhilarating to experience them…scary, thrilling, effective, and meaningful all at the same time. I don’t think I can just let that go knowing there are answers for it all. That you have answers.
The city and I have never gotten along. I avoid urban places just as much as I possibly can. Filled with dependent urbanite consumers they are, not producers. No self-sufficiency. Loud, crowded, and stinky. Nah, I’d rather be out on the water, out in the outback, or someplace like here. I only take those dependent urbanite “children” on trips out to real life ‘cause they pay real well.
Basic training huh? Ya can teach me? By the way, cool tricks ya can play!” he says with a wink.
