Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

He laughed with a richness that did not match his face.

If it were that simple, I would not be here.

Gnosis was not something one could pluck from the shelf like an object. He had not yet found a phrasing of this to his liking. He could sense this in his bones: gnosis was an asymptote, always a hair's-breadth from one's reach. And yet it was right to strive for it—by his verse the minds of many were excited to despite the world and to aspire to heaven.

If you can choose to remember anything from what I tell you now, remember that the spirit is good and the body is evil.

He turned in the direction of the current and began to walk, beckoning for Kekoa to follow.

Let us walk, and I will tell you more.

His strides were easy and slow.