~| The Filthy Tongue |~         Ink fades.   The immortality of the written word is fleeting. A single spark caught in dry roof thatching can undo a lifetime of effort. Nature is, and always will be, a force for order and chaos in equal parts. We cannot escape it, just as we cannot escape the passage of time. We will always be made to endure change.   Many worldly religions espouse their texts as truth. The Church of the Canon bears scrolls. It is not