A Thesis; GOLD BEGETS GOLD

[Nozgoth 3083]

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A THESIS ON PURITY;

 

GOLD BEGETS GOLD

 

Since the ascension of the high elven race from mud to silver, our bodies have been pure. Our eyes, our hair, our fair skin; it is these characteristics which we believe to be the difference between us, and the elves who still bathe in mud and live like the most primitive of our predecessors. And then we reckon that it was the pools of gold who bestowed this upon us. While that may be the inciting incident, I believe there is more that can be deciphered from our nature - in fact, I believe that the truth lies behind the natural science of The World.

 

The World is in constant motion, always enacting its laws and forces upon the many denizens and happenings of itself. Each moment in time when the sun shines down, we are graced with heat and warmth. And then from the heat and warmth, plants grow, which are then eaten by insects, which are then eaten by animals, which are then eaten by larger creatures, and then inevitably these things find themselves all the way back at stage one. This is the never-ending cycle, but despite its name, it is not as all-powerful as we are led to believe. To turn one force of The World against its original purpose is to disrupt the balance of nature. But we are above nature, are we not? We are above abiding by the balance and natural law, yes?

 

The esteem of the high elven society might lead us to believe that, but alas, for as long as it is The World which we inhabit, and the forces of The World which we practice in, we cannot transcend its boundaries and laws. For it is the philosophy of The World which we practice, and only out in The World may we find its benefactors, we cannot produce them ourselves. Once we understand this simple fact, the connection between our purity and everything else begins to make sense. 

 

Just as the alchemist strives to fabricate gold from lead, we were made silver from gold. It is in a process of distillation; akin to the constant distillation which The World enacts upon itself; akin to the distilled reagents which we mix, and akin to the aqua vitae which they are put into. When we do this, we are as well distilling our souls, just as they once were long ago in the pools only told about in legends. All things pure have a beginning, a source, of which should be spoken about deliberately. This mindfulness is only one step in a vast ocean of what makes us pure.

 

 

 

Written and Authored by Saevel Sythaerin, Grand Philosophus

Co-Written by Adreniel Elibar’acal

 

Edited August 1, 2021 by Nozoa

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Father Paco reads over the High Elven piece and considers how he will bring GOD to their racist society.

 

But he too was no fan of THE ARTIMEC and couldn't help but sympathize...

 

 

 

[Endovelicus 614]

"How 'bout instead of begetin' gold ye beget some wenches?" Asks Father Ray aloud as he read the thesis, before going back to strumming his ban-joh. 

[Lhindir_ 3691]

Adreniel Elibar’acal quietly hums and looks over their work, pleased.

[puffables 1129]

"Mm - an intriguing thesis." the Tillun'sae would conclude after reading over the paper. "Still, I must disagree with this setting of limitations.. whilst we may be bound to work with what we have for now, I am certain that one day we shall surpass even this boundary - true enlightenment, the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, must be had."