The Oracle

you HAVe tRAVeled liGHt yeARs in A cARAVAn, sAt outside of countless WAy-stAtions And been kept AWAke by tHe HuM of HundReds of sHips contAininG tHousAnds of otHeR petitioneRs. you HAVe tRAVeled so fAR And finAlly–finAlly–you ARe At tHe lAst leG. one lAst stop, A tRAnsfeR to tHe sAint AmseR (A lARGe pAssenGeR sHip, wHicH is tHe only sHip peRMitted to dock at tHe oRAcle’s stAtion) And tHen A MeetinG. bRief, of couRse, foR tHeRe ARe tHousAnds just like you.

otHeRs you know WHo HAve RetuRned cAnnot speAk of WHAt tHey eXpeRienced, yet tHeiR VeRAcity in its tRutH, its unequiVocAl Affect–And tHeiR liGHtness of beinG, MARkedly diffeRent fRoM WHen tHey left so lonG aGo–pRopelled you foRWARd fRoM A lifetiMe of questioninG to A MoMent of suRety. HeRe you ARe, At tHe dooRstep.