This is the first section of the thirteenth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
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Joseph stood with Alice watching the fighters leave the hanger.
“A dozen harbingers of death”
“Oh don’t be so morbid.”
“It’s true though” said Joseph “amazingly deadly those small things, do we really have the right?”
“If we were supposed to know that then God would have given us the power he has, he would have made us omniscient. Instead he created us flawed, drunk and stumbling. We’re supposed to be half blind and ignorant.”
Joseph stared at her “and you said I was morbid.”
“It’s true look at any bible story any time man succeeds God knocks him back we’re supposed to be small petty and ignorant. Sure we try the best we can but we were made imperfect creatures struggling for enlightenment. Well that’s what we’re trying to do here. Try and make things better even if in our drunken fumbling we bring the house tumbling down.”