Practical Philosophy, Tuesday

[endsthegame]

"We've had a pretty quiet first week," Ender observed, sitting on a blanket in their usual spot on the lawn. "So we might as well continue on a theme we started on last week."

He reached for his bottle of water.

"Where we come from colors the way we look at the world," he said. "We take our principles with us. Along the way, we might lose some and gain others, but some bedrock will always remain."

He looked around the group. "What do you think your bedrock is?" he said. "And what is something you're surprised you lost along the way?"

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Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"Are you born a Planeswalker?" Ender wondered. "Or do you wander into it?"

Re: Talk.

[deathsmajesty]

"A bit of both, actually," Liliana said. "To have the potential to become a Planeswalker, you must be born with a bit of the Blind Eternities stitched into your soul, which we call a spark. This is incredibly rare, mere chance, and we're talking one in...any number of millions, possibly billions. But people's sparks may lay quiescent their entire lives - one doesn't become a Planeswalker until and unless that spark ignites. Unfortunately, there's no good way to figure out how many people's sparks ignite versus how many people are born with one, so..." Liliana shrugged.

"I've heard a number bandied about - eighty-four," she said, thinking of the Astrotorium and the attraction that had been closed. "I do not know whether that is the number of Planeswalkers alive now, or ever inexistence, but I do feel confident in saying that the total number of Planeswalkers who have ever existed is likely somewhere below five hundred. Possibly well below five hundred. And that's in the entire Multiverse and at least ten thousand years of history.