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@ -40,6 +40,16 @@ Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna
Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís,
Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú. </div>
<h2 id="story">Story</h2>
<p>The day began with the botanist giving the physicist a hand in setting up countless contraptions around the rim of the clearing, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held five feet above the ground. She lugged the total station while he placed the equipment. He prattled on as he went, describing what he was doing, what tools he was using, what equipment she was carrying. She largely lost track after the word &lsquo;theodolite&rsquo;, though.</p>
<p>Theodolite.</p>
<p><em>Theo</em>-dolite?</p>
<p><em>Theodo</em>-lite?</p>
<p>The <em>-ite</em> put her in mind of stones. Of something semiprecious. Pretty, but not costly. And that <em>theo</em> stuck on the beginning got her thinking of gods and, perhaps, of God. Theology. That sort of thing.</p>
<p><em>The god-stone? Does that make sense?</em></p>
<p>Or perhaps it was the <em>-dol-</em> stuck in the middle. Sadness? No. Pain? Dolorimetry. Was at a science? A sub-field, perhaps. Not hers, not the physicist&rsquo;s.</p>
<p><em>The god-stone, amber of the highest quality, embedded in which is a kernel of pain.</em></p>
<p>Here the physicist was, describing measurements and chromatic aberrations and spherical lenses and timed strobes and&hellip;</p>
<p>And all she could think was <em>were I to stumble across it, would I know the god-stone if I saw it?</em></p>
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