Can I appeal?" "Oh yes." "Will it do any good?" "None whatsoever. - Tanith Lee

The gods’ inventions are notorious by their errors.

I raised my arms as if in prayer and heard the mutter of response behind me. Then I scattered the dried grains, red and brown and black, and studied the patterns they formed on the stone ledge before Sibbos. This is not such a mystic thing. You see what it is sensible to see, or else you interpret what you see so that the meaning comes out as you want it.

This sight was terrible, more terrible than words convey, for words are cowards as men are, and hide things as men do.