Faith in Seeking Fate

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Across the corners of the Empire, a sparrow’s thesis is posted. . .

 

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“With all that we know of existence,

We thus know of harmony,

We thus know of balance.

For, glimpsed minute fragments,

Are the grains of the Creator’s poetry;

 The Material Alphabet.”

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The soul is water. . .

 

The soul is flame. . .

 

The soul is wind. . .

 

The soul is stone. . .

 

The soul is beyond. . .

 

Existence is within balance, built upon a law of endless symmetry; it is gleamed within the fragmented grains of our realm, within the refined flakes of the land’s own essence: The Material Alphabet.   There exists Life and Death; Light and Dark; Growth and Reduction; Order and Chaos.  Yet, in spite of this cycling pattern of mirrors. . . There is no antonym to the Soul.

 

The immortal soul is beyond the Material, hosted within the mortal vessel that is wrought of the Material.  It is the essence bestowed from the Creator’s own lungs, His divine breath, which has sparked the tender flame that is our Spirit.  We are both malleable and capable of shaping what is around us for this gift.

 

Such a gift is what sets the wheel spinning, and delivers us as mortalkind bound down a long and winding road of destiny; for we are ever-part of this Creation despite our power to create ourselves.  Within this egg of potential, we must understand what limits may come and the consequences to doggedly pursue those who overstep intended purpose.

 

Fate and God’s Will are ever-interwoven, for all things; tangible and intangible; material and immaterial, exist by Him.  He who is boundless to naught, and is the absolute core of Everything.  He is both within us, and without; immeasurably beyond comprehension, yet so personally ingrained in our spirits.  A mirror of divinity.

 

When it comes to celebrating our gifts of potential and change, we must not be tempted by the endlessness of imagination and become unraveled in the desire of making.  There is a stark difference to wishing for truth, compared to the reality of the truth itself; it is a dangerous, alluring reflection upon a pond’s surface in which countless souls have drowned in.

 

Through temperance and humility, may we uncover true wisdom in our missions to rise up to our purpose.  It is a fortress of the mind and spirit, and its foundations must not be placed with careless haste nor the tremble of a greeding hand lest we be promised unto ruin.

 

By the conviction of Saint Avenel of Belvitz, did he condemn his kindred elves for the shameless hunger enkindled in the voidal arcane while he solely focused on weaving his spells and alchemic pursuits in the aid of the Light.  By the wisdom of Saint Daniel of Al’Khazar, did he relinquish all fortune and power as a King to seek after spiritual richness as a wayward pilgrim.  By the compassion of Saint Arianne of Ves, did she remain as a dutiful servant to the kingdom she was one promised to lead as a Queen; crownless, her service persisted.  By the resolve of Saint Amyas of Yore, did he remain stalwart and constant in his efforts to unravel disease and remedy the injured in spite of what conflict surrounded him.

 

In following the steps of the venerated, may we gleam fragments of their spirit to embolden us to seek our fortunate fates.

 

Sister Solene