I have survived the strangest debacle. I do not know what happened to the Magus. I am left in charge of his writings, experiments, and diary. We went to investigate the strange pictures of Luther and these doctors mentioned by the Alpinist in the country of Britain. Quickly we were woven into a strange affair that required more of us than we could muster. We are men of Geist who welcome unknown ideas not adventure on land and through corridors.
I barely escaped because I kept my eyes wide open. We thought we were near the root of this strange lineage of doctors and their investigations of liberty and so of Geist -- we thought we were able to ask of this strange gentleman and his companion about time. So much of Geist is about time and so much of our modern era has been able to dominate space and so ignore time. When it treats time it does so as if it were physical extension not as another wobbly part of our existence. In Geist time is more than just a dimension of things and more than just a second rate thing to space.
But my good Magus blinked. We had encountered thousands of remarkable angelic statuary. But he blinked and all was lost. I did not and made it barely out.
Magus Minor
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