From a single "doppleganger" things seem to have grown to a veritable influx of chipped bits of reflecting glass, so to speak, forming a bizarre mosaic of sorts. It becomes impossible to NOT wonder whether someone or something bes involved in orchestration of this for some twisted purpose. Could this be a game someone bes playing? And if so, to what end? What purpose could it possibly serve?
Occam's Razor and a keen awareness of the treacherous nature of paranoia demands an examination of the hard facts too. Most notably, the sheer egotism involved in thinking anyone, let alone a group of people (though it could feasibly be all one person or two or three playing a game all in on it together) would go to such lengths at all for someone insignificant like Moriah, and then the absence of any discernible motive -- what would be the point of doing so? Though in the past, counting even back as far as childhood when it had been even smaller and less significant, this never seems to have stopped them humans before (and Moriah never did figure out why back then, either). They still delighted in such "orchestral maneuvers in the dark" (so to speak) plotting and executing schemes merely, it can only surmise, for the sheer kick of playing with its head. So despite the fact that old Occam could very well slit anyone else's throat with his razor on that count and in that regard, he cannot really even reach Moriah's. Moriah has too much history attesting otherwise to be soft beneath his cutting swathe, and of such nature as to make the seemingly-incredible far too feasible for comfort.
At any rate, real or not, there does seem to be a discernible and decided influx of these scattered mosaic reflectors, for lack of a better word. It started with one in particular doing something of a "doppleganger" effect. When Moriah detected this and determined to actively thwart any attempts at a changeling operation resulting from it, all of a sudden these scatterings began to turn up. Similar to the phenomenon it witnessed some years ago when "shards of Jack" started turning up all around, glistening through various hosts. Now it seems Moriah's shards have splintered out and scattered and embedded themselves into various others and glisten back when it lays eyes on them.
These things bes meant for Recognition, as they have been meant before, which means now must be a time for focusing upon its archetypal identity and the work attendant thereunto. Frankly this could not have come at a less opportune moment, because Moriah bes more inclined than anything else to just withdraw. It does not like replicating. It does not tend to like its replicants either. It never has. Probably because deep down inside, it does not like itself, either, so it does not like anything parading itself in front of its eyes and doing so in a mocking, demeaning, diminishing fashion. That behavior it finds abusive. You do not convince another to take counsel with your criticisms by offering insulting parodies.
Occam's Razor and a keen awareness of the treacherous nature of paranoia demands an examination of the hard facts too. Most notably, the sheer egotism involved in thinking anyone, let alone a group of people (though it could feasibly be all one person or two or three playing a game all in on it together) would go to such lengths at all for someone insignificant like Moriah, and then the absence of any discernible motive -- what would be the point of doing so? Though in the past, counting even back as far as childhood when it had been even smaller and less significant, this never seems to have stopped them humans before (and Moriah never did figure out why back then, either). They still delighted in such "orchestral maneuvers in the dark" (so to speak) plotting and executing schemes merely, it can only surmise, for the sheer kick of playing with its head. So despite the fact that old Occam could very well slit anyone else's throat with his razor on that count and in that regard, he cannot really even reach Moriah's. Moriah has too much history attesting otherwise to be soft beneath his cutting swathe, and of such nature as to make the seemingly-incredible far too feasible for comfort.
At any rate, real or not, there does seem to be a discernible and decided influx of these scattered mosaic reflectors, for lack of a better word. It started with one in particular doing something of a "doppleganger" effect. When Moriah detected this and determined to actively thwart any attempts at a changeling operation resulting from it, all of a sudden these scatterings began to turn up. Similar to the phenomenon it witnessed some years ago when "shards of Jack" started turning up all around, glistening through various hosts. Now it seems Moriah's shards have splintered out and scattered and embedded themselves into various others and glisten back when it lays eyes on them.
These things bes meant for Recognition, as they have been meant before, which means now must be a time for focusing upon its archetypal identity and the work attendant thereunto. Frankly this could not have come at a less opportune moment, because Moriah bes more inclined than anything else to just withdraw. It does not like replicating. It does not tend to like its replicants either. It never has. Probably because deep down inside, it does not like itself, either, so it does not like anything parading itself in front of its eyes and doing so in a mocking, demeaning, diminishing fashion. That behavior it finds abusive. You do not convince another to take counsel with your criticisms by offering insulting parodies.
