The Book of Rankings

It’s getting late, at least where I live. How about a bedtime story? 

And in the 2500 eons of time before ranked time, there was formlessness. Apart from The Academy and The Lyceum, one knew not where a department stood, nor how deeply one might plant one’s feet. One’s judgment was clouded by the gossip of the philosophers and the void created by opinion and argument. And one wandered often as in a trance, sometimes lost, sometimes uncertain, but sometimes also in such a fervor of happiness and jouissance that one clung to unranked time. But, then, out of the darkness of unranked time, came The Lighter.

Read the rest of the story, by Martin Shuster, at The Philosopher’s Cocoon.

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