Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

I can only give you some hints. You have to place him in a situation where your advantages are magnified.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

We're not gods, Julia. We're helpers. That's all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn't understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may live to see it. Then perhaps you can work openly, but for now, keep your gifts to yourself. Never flaunt your abilities. Never think you hold the power of life and death. Only God has that power. When it's a person's time, nothing can save them.

How do I explain a life that has lasted for billions of years? It is almost as if I must start with an apology for being alive when everyone I once knew is dead.

A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.