In every place, dividing the chance for a brief repose from the sleep of the place. Every place has its own unique form of sleep, and they are all uniquely dangerous.
This is a consciously sophisticated city, long looking askance at the emissaries of distant powers. The dominant faction and faith here are the Sadducees, not the Pharisees. In contact with the distant center, against the local rebellions, keeping to a faith they hold to be true, despite the wraiths and wreaths of the mountains. And, in an entirely pragmatic sense, the danger this presents to me as a visitor here for a brief moment is the ease of quietism. At the end of the morning runs (now back to four days per week, and pushing onward, still rebuilding from the disastrous winter, even as the chills of autumn begin to appear), I can see the three parts of the city -- the pre-Enlightenment, the Hegelian Republic, and the post-Enlightenment. Each essential for the present recollection of our purposes.
So, to the λεγειν, to the division and unclosing of the world through philosophy and art. The work continues.