if it is right, it happens-- the main thing is not to hurry. nothing good gets away.

[altaschith]

[it's been about two years. two and a half years. two years, six months, and thirteen days, actually. not that he's keeping track. there'd be no real point to knowing the last time he talked to the one and only person who has half a chance of knowing where he's coming from, and where he should be going next. no real point. anyway, it's been about nine hundred and twenty-five days, and chaos has this to say:]

hey.

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[avodah]

[Well, come to think of it--and Wilhelm does--well, it's been about nine hundred and twenty-five days. He doesn't need to wonder about who it is or why it's been so long, or why the count ends right now in particular. The exact line of communication may be unfamiliar, but the contact itself demonstrates a number of specific criteria: it accesses a line that reaches Wilhelm directly, and not in any capacity of corporation or clergy; it's neither offering information nor requesting it; and it isn't a question, but does ask one just thing of him. Typically, people are asking, which is as Wilhelm prefers. He is, after all, of a facilitating design.

This request, however--hey--it is unique. It is specific criteria. Wilhelm has spent some time, and more of it than nine hundred and twenty-five days, thinking about the sorts of things Yeshua might seek. After all, Wilhelm has an obligation to provide them, for although he may not be the things for which the wills might pray, he is surely any of the things Yeshua might ask for him to offer. Yes; if Wilhelm should be any one thing, Yeshua will be the one to tell him. And so it follows...]

Hello.

Quite a quiet night for you, I presume?

[Wilhelm can be silent, but he is not silence; and if Yeshua defines him as a voice, tonight, then he is a voice.]