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Whispers of the Unseen Architect
THE EMPTY CENTRE A Socratic Dialogue Between Bleddyn ap Pwyll and Confucius A misty morning. Somewhere beyond history. A narrow path winds through pale hills veiled in silver fog. Dew hangs upon the grasses like scattered pearls. The…
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…“Then you understand,” Confucius stated. “Understand what?” Bleddyn asked, though he suspected he already knew. “Nothing,” Confucius replied, his voice a gentle echo of their earlier exchange. The old sage turned and continued his walk, disappearing into the brightening mist that still clung to the distant hollows. Bleddyn watched him go, a sense of profound peace settling over him. After a moment, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He looked at the path ahead, no longer daunting, but full of promise. And followed. For there was still a long road ahead, and at the centre of every journey, as at the centre of every wheel, waited a small and useful emptiness.