Jönson was of the land, and his appearance reflected that more than anything. His height was not impressive but placed him well within the boundaries of his ancestry since the Jönson bloodline had always had to resort to ingenuity and innovation to overcome tasks requiring even an average reach. His hands broad with short fingers, calloused to withstand piercing ice and burning hot coal, to be sure, his beard akin to Schrodinger’s feline ambiguity, though neither the absolutisms of science nor their opposites were part of Jönson’s limited realm of existence. Not to say his world was any less than…