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It
was
as
though
he
existed
within
a
globe
with
avenues
radiating
away
in
all
directions
.
.
.
yet
this
only
approximated
the
sensation
.
He
remembered
once
seeing
a
gauze
kerchief
blowing
in
the
wind
and
now
he
sensed
the
future
as
though
it
twisted
across
some
surface
as
undulant
and
impermanent
as
that
of
the
windblown
kerchief
.
He
saw
people
.
He
felt
the
heat
and
cold
of
uncounted
probabilities
.
He
knew
names
and
places
,
experienced
emotions
without
number
,
reviewed
data
of
innumerable
unexplored
crannies
.
There
was
time
to
probe
and
test
and
taste
,
but
no
time
to
shape
.
The
thing
was
a
spectrum
of
possibilities
from
the
most
remote
past
to
the
most
remote
future
—
from
the
most
probable
to
the
most
improbable
.
He
saw
his
own
death
in
countless
ways
.
He
saw
new
planets
,
new
cultures
.
People
.
People
.
He
saw
them
in
such
swarms
they
could
not
be
listed
,
yet
his
mind
catalogued
them
.
Even
the
Guildsmen
.
