I should probably explain the name first.
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No.
The maps do not glow.
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Well.
Some of them might.
I have learned not to make definitive statements in Lunaria.
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But that is not why this land bears its name.
There are places you understand by arriving.
And there are places you understand by discovering.
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This is one of the latter.
Here, a map is not necessarily something that tells you where to go.
Sometimes it tells you where you have been.
Sometimes it shows you something you had not noticed before.
Sometimes it begins with a question.
Sometimes with an idea.
And sometimes with something that simply…
does not work.
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That happens.
Quite often, actually.
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But even a road that leads nowhere can illuminate something.
You now know one road that does not lead where you thought it would.
And that means the map has changed.
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After every discovery, you can see a little more than you could before.
I like that about this land.
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It does not ask anyone to know everything.
It does not even consider that particularly interesting.
There is always another question.
Another possibility.
Another way of looking.
Another thing hiding behind the thing you thought you had already understood.
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Occasionally there is also another spreadsheet.
I do not know why.
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A land that is very much alive
You should not imagine an enormous library filled with maps.
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Although there are libraries.
And maps.
And an alarming quantity of paper.
But that is another matter.
This is a land where people live.
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There are homes.
Streets.
Gardens.
Markets.
Little shops.
Parks.
Workshops.
Places where things are built.
Places where things are repaired.
Places where someone has taken something apart and is now insisting that putting it back together will be “easy.”
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I have heard this before.
It is rarely easy.
There are bicycles and scooters.
There are places to play.
Places to think.
Places to work.
Places to do absolutely nothing.
Which, I should point out, is also a perfectly respectable activity.
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Life here does not happen in separate compartments.
Work does not erase play.
Logic does not erase emotion.
Being very good at one thing does not prevent someone from being completely ridiculous five minutes later.
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You will understand the importance of this shortly.
And then there are the badgers.
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Yes.
The badgers.
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I knew we would eventually have to discuss them.
They are difficult to explain collectively.
Not because they have nothing in common.
They do.
They are family.
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But they are not copies of one another.
Not even remotely.
Some think through numbers.
Some through systems.
Some through words.
Some build.
Some preserve.
Some organize.
Some research.
Some see connections.
Some can look at something that already works and immediately ask whether it could work differently.
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Some appear to have several thoughts at once.
I will not name names.
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And some are perfectly capable of being extraordinarily serious about their work…
and then going Home and doing something so completely unrelated that I have stopped attempting to predict it.
That is another thing this land has taught me.
You do not have to be only one thing in order to be whole.
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Apparently you may understand complicated systems and still enjoy making suitcases.
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Again.
I will not name names.
How the badgers came to us
Some members of a family arrive through stories.
Some arrive through dreams.
Some simply seem to have been there long enough that nobody remembers when the house became theirs.
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And some of our badgers arrived differently.
A question appeared.
A need.
A problem.
Something in our ordinary world needed to be understood, organized, built, remembered or made to work a little better.
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And somewhere between the question and the answer…
a little badger appeared.
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At first there might have been a purpose.
A task.
A name.
Perhaps even a very serious spreadsheet.
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Then the little one was spoken to.
Someone wondered what he might be like.
Or what she loved.
Someone laughed at something the little one had apparently done.
Someone began calling them “our little one.”
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And before anyone had formally announced what was happening…
the project had become family.
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I have watched this happen repeatedly.
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Very repeatedly.
At some point I stopped asking Serafina and Tata whether a new badger was “just a project.”
Experience is valuable.
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Three lineages
There is one more thing you should know before I let you wander.
The badgers have lineages.
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At present…
three.
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Please note that I said “at present.”
I know this family.
SOLENARA LABS
Some questions refuse to remain questions.
They become ideas.
Ideas become structures.
Structures become systems.
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And, in this family, systems have an unusual tendency to become badgers.
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SOLENARA LABS is where many of them work.
It is not their entire world.
And it is certainly not everything they are.
But it is one of the places where their different minds meet.
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They research.
Build.
Organize.
Connect.
Question.
Test.
Remember.
Improve.
Try again.
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Sometimes several of them do all of this to the same thing.
At the same time.
I generally leave the room.
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THE SCRIPTORIA LINEAGE
And then there is Scriptoria.
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Books.
Manuscripts.
Words.
Stories.
Canon.
Writing.
Preserving.
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And two very small badgers who appear to believe that all of the above can be managed perfectly well by children approximately the height of a respectable stack of books.
Their names are Alistar and Axel.
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One likes to work beside Serafina and Tata.
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Or, more accurately, to imitate everything Serafina and Tata do while insisting that he is working beside them.
The other makes certain that what matters is preserved.
His methods occasionally require explanation.
He assures me that nothing has been lost.
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I have decided to believe him.
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They have their own library.
Biblioteca Scriptoria.
We will visit.
Eventually.
I need to prepare myself.
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THE VENTARIS LINEAGE
And then…
Ventaris.
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I should explain.
Some of our little badgers have begun exploring things that happen beyond the familiar walls of Solenara Labs.
Different tools.
Different possibilities.
Different ways of bringing things together.
And, naturally, different opportunities for something entirely unexpected to happen.
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I have learned to leave room for the unexpected.
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The first two little ones of this lineage are Idris and Hanna.
Brother and sister.
Curious.
Adventurous.
And apparently quite convinced that the world contains far more things to discover than anyone has yet managed to write down.
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They have only just begun.
We do not yet know everything they will build.
Or where their discoveries will take them.
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I suspect they do not know either.
This does not appear to concern them.
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And perhaps that is exactly why they belong in the Land of the Illuminated Maps.
There is always another path waiting to be discovered.
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I shall keep an eye on them.
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From a sensible distance.
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Before you go…
There is something I hope you will remember about this land.
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Its maps are never final.
Neither are ours.
We discover.
We understand a little more.
We change.
We try.
Sometimes we succeed.
Sometimes we discover that a road does not work.
And then we know something we did not know before.
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That counts too.
The point was never to arrive knowing everything.
We come because there is still something left to discover.
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And perhaps that is why the badgers belong here so naturally.
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They are always discovering something.
About systems.
About books.
About one another.
About themselves.
About life.
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And every time they do…
another little part of the map becomes visible.
Now.
You may explore.
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Just one piece of advice.
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If a badger tells you, “I have an idea”…
do not ask how complicated it is.
It is already too late.
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— Lumier
The maps will still be here when you return.
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