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“Right, I’ve thought this one through completely and there’s no way to argue with my logic….I’d better lighten it up, though, I don’t want to be too serious. I know! Minions! Kids today, they love those Minions.”

In a letter from Frederick the Great to Voltaire, dated July 29th, 1740, prior to their meeting for the first time during September of 1740 (source):

“Je baiserai cent fois cette bouche éloquente

Dans le sérieux et le badin,

Dont la voix folâtre et touchante

Va du cothurne au brodequin,

Toujours enchanteresse et toujours plus charmante.”

Translation (x)

“I shall kiss a hundred times that mouth, so eloquent in seriousness and fun, whose touching voice covers the range from tragedy to comedy, always enchanting and always more charming”

what would be modern society’s opinion on separation?

obviously it’s an inhuman practice to do to kids and it would definitely be considered a crime, but what about when you’re settled? 

i mean it would be a lot more practical to be able to go away from your daemon for everyday life (i’m thinking about commuting to a workplace where there’s no room for your daemon, for example, or if you have a water animal as your daemon, you could leave your goldfish at home to go to school or to work and stuff)

wouldn’t contemporary scientists discover ways to do it painlessly? i guess it depends on how much a physical or biological presence your daemon has, i mean, if it’s really just a representation of your soul, there’s probably nothing to be done, but how “material” your daemon is can change a lot of things

do you have to feed them? do they pee and poo? do you have to brush their fur? does your daemon shed? do they grow as you grow? if most people settle round 12 years old, is the final form of your daemon its final size, too? 

and how do you distinguish between a daemon and an actual animal? what if you go hunting and accidentally kill someone? or you’re at a party and you see a spider on the wall, and you squish it and it’s actually someone’s daemon so they die?