As the world around me comes into focus, I am glad that I did so. I am standing in front of my computer, at a bar height table in the lobby that could be any of the hundreds of companies I have visited. I no longer have the four legs and loping stride with which I followed the race. I can see this world, but not feel it move the way I feel Thraveon. Am I one of the Chosen? Part of the solution or part of the problem?

When in Thraveon I can feel the world around me. I can feel it respond to its creator, changing as we move. I come here for the richness of the world, for the people I find here. Sometimes, just sometimes, it seems to be changing to fit me. Sometimes it seems to change to suit itself. Parts of the world seem malleable, waiting for the imprint of a strong Will. Other parts seem to have their own unstoppable inertia, as if they were put into motion at the Time of Creation. Those things feel as if they will continue on their own way, whether we see them or not.

That world, like this one, is one we shape by our actions, our beliefs. The world presents us with its challenges, its rewards. What is real is how we respond to them, how we treat each other and those around us. There are many realities, not just one. Even within our small party there are different realities. I am confident our roofer has a different view of the world and its past than do I. We share some things, but others belong to us alone. I look forward again to our shared realities.