ite what or how. If they did, they wouldn't be in this mess.
             Starting with records taken three thousand years ago, they had reviewed their meticulously kept and extensive history, tracing all activities through the strands of time, to see what effect their small actions had caused at various critical points in Earth and Galactic history. They read in many languages: old Latin, English, Chinese, even the long forgotten and still beautiful French.
             Lerenae wanted to cut their losses and act straight away to adjust the time-line. She glanced at the other women eagerly involved in earnest discussion on the effects of the earlier and previous legends, how effective the enigmas of missing detail had been in creating various cultural obsessions and folklore in the subconscious. All of them had been philosophers, literary analysts, historians and writers. Lerenae was the only one who had grown tired of it all.
             Celestial, always the perfect leader with a wonderful understanding of the human mind, had been one of history's greatest writers. Actually, no, she had been several of them, and a few religious martyrs. Lerenae looked across at her. She managed to operate as chair and participant both without appearing to monopolize the conversation. Lerenae knew that this meeting could continue for months. Her only consolation was that by the end of it, the philosophers would have discussed every possibility, the analysts proven and rebutted them all and a group consen
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