“From your perspective—an infinite series. You could struggle to understand what we know until our star finally grows cold, and you would never know it all. But your present level of complexity is a handicap you need not retain.” The mare extended a hoof to Martin, grinning broadly. “I can feel the questions boiling in your mind. You want to know what happened to Earth. You want to know who constructed the ring, and how. I can change you, until you understand.”