Feh Entry 4
Sultry soul awash in gore,
Your memories faded stores.
Mush the dogs to war,
Before your home becomes a horde.
Disembodied lives present the pinnacle of contemplation, lingering through the ages unable to taste death’s release. It’s no wonder so many, I am told, become filled with the lust of vengeance. One can only assume that few of these entities are wholly to blame for their predicament. Ask the brightest sages, most dastardly thieves, or supreme emperors and I expect you’ll find much the same idea. Eternal life is a gem worth fighting for but trapped within and the bargain becomes a steal. So why then would this enchantress of consultation be any different? I see no reason why. She offers none as well. Then what we have is certainly a guide from which the blood will spill.
The life of adventure is fraught with situations of immeasurable weight yet absent of the peace most need to properly weigh such battles. Advantage, then, must logically go to the prepared, trapped or otherwise. Prisoners of any sort become as dangerous as poisoned darts from hidden seams and from their mouths the seeds of undoing. Whether they plead for release or urge to action of another sort it is their preoccupation with driving the course of events that most in a position to aid are unprepared to mitigate.
Knowledge, it seems, is not then the better part of valor. Luck I’d wager holds odds on that score. Wiser it seems then to put your lot in with chance than expect the favor of your good deeds to see you through, making winds of change and spirits of freedom a better band of brethren than the charging steeds of iron clad heroes. Back the circle winds to Cage and his temptings. Love not lost for Keegan mind you, blades and death still being tools of survival. Neither then should favor wane from the witfull pair of glibberlings. Their skills are not surpassed by any measure I can master.
This insight might, if we should need, be key to our eventual exit. Choices surely wait to cross our path and from them many dire consequences. Navigating these entitlements becomes a fruitful voyage. At times like these, in the company of death’s arrival, it seems the course most prudent.
But what can one learn from fearing the inevitable? Living a lie of mental anguish can’t be good for the soul that wells within. Paths we trod have within a unique and unrevealing nature. Shy from observations, instead preoccupied with slipping past the grip of death, and the hand you seek to pass becomes the only goal to find. Averted eyes cannot find the truth that fertilizes life. These methods of disengaged realities are but stumbling blocks on the path to self actualized eternal vision. One is surely expected to work towards the avoidance of that which they deem likely to derail their path, but in so doing it is their path that will most likely suffer. Too long their mind is allowed to dwell on that which will be their undoing and in so doing they become the creator of the feared demise.
Focus to become.
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