[jon shrug,s. both were theories that got tossed around at lot.]

Some thought so. To my mind they were more like copies of rooms from all the different worlds. Rooms out of our minds, or of those who had gone before. It knew our thoughts, at times. [he furrows his brow a little, trying to put it into words.] It reminded me of...our Old Gods, but stronger, and younger. The spirit of a place. Not magic as I've seen people do it, but the magic of nature, made...willful. Nature playing at being a person. I don't know, I can't explain it. I'm not a poet or a Maester--not a scientist.

[although he is a keen observer of nature. he had become something of an expert on the clock, both from his explorations and his familiarity with the similar godhead of the North--as much as anyone could be. he's not an expert at explaining difficult concepts, though.]