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Back On Call; uncommon sense.

It looks like clergy-duties are speeding up again, which is all right with me, even though I'm somewhat startled.

I'm configuring my imitation-amber ring as a clergy-pager, not that the thing will light up and buzz and display a callback number in any way, but so that I'll have something physical I can take off and put on as necessary.

I've evolved explanation-words for that thing that isn't common sense, but something that lies deeper: "uncommon sense". There are times when common sense is screaming one thing, and uncommon sense is screaming something even louder. Things get weird when bystanders only hear the common sense and start rooting for that, when uncommon sense says the exact opposite.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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