[Too small... You are far too small, my friend.] Wang Qi spread his arms as he spoke. [You need to realize this—in your long life, you have always lived on a planet like this, scrambling like dogs and scurrying like flies, with hardly any desire to look beyond it! Desire! Do you understand that word? You have only huddled in this shabby little corner, day after day...]
[Sorry, what is a "day"?]
In Senior Sister Mi's language, the word "day" existed as well. But its root was "star." The Child of Mist could only understand that the word ought to be a variation of another word, yet he could not comprehend it.
Although the language of the Heavenly Jealousy Race possessed strong ideographic qualities, he had no way of understanding the image of a "source of light and heat."
[Oh...] Wang Qi pressed a hand to his forehead. [This... the word "day" is a variation of the word "star"—oh, judging by the history of linguistic development, perhaps it is the other way around. But there is no real difference. You can tell that this word is a variation of another word, right? And that "other word" describes an object that gives off light and possesses high heat—right? You can understand that much, can't you?]
[That is correct. But... what is that? Giving off light? Negative Land? Judging by the vocabulary, this thing called a "star" should not be able to cover the entire sky?]
[No, no, no, no, my friend...] Wang Qi scratched his head. [Come to think of it, do you know the principles of perspective? I am not sure whether you possess optical perception.]
["Throwing-stones circle"? What is that? Optical perception... You mean that thing with the eyes of hill insects? I understand that.]
[That is good.] Wang