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because I was afraid being crazy would disqualify me from becoming a Temporal Editor.  Think about it; would you let a crazy person be CEO of a galaxy? Hell no, you prolly wouldn't even let me drive your car. If that happened then I'd never get home to my daughter.  
           "So lemme guess," He smirked, flashing multiple rows of yellowing teeth, "your whole life you thought you were a nut-job because you heard funny things.  Voices that talked to you late at night, ghosts that would visit you, and lotsa stuff like that, right?  But the voices were always right, weren't they?  Even when they told you things that you couldn't have possibly known.  And how about those voices since you started living at the old man's house?  They changed, didn't they?  Almost like talking to different people altogether, eh?  Or how about since you got here to my place?  Different still?" Stopping to eye me, he watched my reaction with keen interest.
             After a lifetime of denial, I was stunned.  How do you keep pretending like you have no idea what he's talking about when everything he said was torn right from your own mind?  The voices had changed since I was harvested, changed a lot.  The very tone of the whispers was different, and they did not always answer when I called.  Then since I got to this place, they seemed almost leery of me.  The whispers just felt alien somehow.
           "The voices you hear in your head are not imaginary, they're very real." Giving a nod, Bara let that soak in. 
           "How do you know about...?" I trailed off, not sure how to phrase the question.  "Can you hear my thoughts...?
           "Those voices in your brain are the Guf." Giving a smile, he watched me carefully before proceeding.
           "The Guf?  The Well of Souls?" My voice had an incredulous tone to it.  I'd learned the term back in Sunday school, but I was having a little trouble understanding what the voices in my head had to do with some ancient Christian dogma.
           "See, your people have it all backwards.  Humans believe that souls originate in the Guf, come to Earth, then die and go to heaven.  But that's all bass-ackwards.  All life begins here in the physical plane.  When a life form dies, their essence is drawn into the Guf where they join all of the other entities who have gone before them.  You cannot destroy energy, only convert it, and the essence you call a soul is really just energy." Giving a shrug, he took a big gulp of his drink as his eyes watched me carefully.
           "So all these years and I'm just a Shyamalin plotline?  I see dead people" I hissed like a character from the movie.  
           "Hey, it's better than being nuts.  Look, the Guf isn't just dead people, it's every living being that has ever existed within that galaxy.  Think of it as a mass consciousness of divine proportions." He nodded as he spoke, still watching me closely.  "Do you know why God is all powerful and all knowing?"
           "Because she's God, duh." I gave a flippant answer.
           "No, it's because he's seen it all, done it all, and experienced every imaginable concept firsthand.  Think about this; if you pack the collective souls of an entire galaxy into the Guf, and I'm talking rabbits, and bees, and plants, and every last microbe that has ever held a spark of life, then there would be no experience or concept that the Guf would not understand intimately.  Remember, it's a mass consciousness so the experiences of each individual are shared with the collective.  If the Boss hadn't harvested you from your deathbed, you'd be a brain cell in a baby god's head right now.  Actually, to be wholly accurate, you would be a brain cell in a fetus.  Now do you understand?  When you look into the eyes of a god, countless trillions of eyes look back."
           I was not sure how to respond to that.  On one hand I felt like I'd been accosted by some church nut in a gorilla