and then sometimes there are memories of things i never saw- spackle families in huts in a vast desert i did n't even know existed but that now , right here , as i stand in it , i know it 's on the other side of new world , as far away as you can get but i 'm inside the spackle voices and i 'm hearing what they say , seeing it , understanding it even tho the language ai n't mine and i can see that they know about the men on the other side of the planet , that they know everything about us that the spackle near us do , that the voice of this world circles it , reaches into every corner and if we could just- or here , here i am on a hilltop next to someone whose face i just about reckernize ( luke ?