Written By Strozza
Sept. 14, 2020, 10:57 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)
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Written By Piccola
Sept. 14, 2020, 7:33 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)
I spoke the other night on marriage; I speak now again on the same.
I am reminded of a fable from my youth. Once, there was a man who said 'it is not good for a man to be alone,' and so he found himself a woman that was his equal. After they decided to marry, she told him, plainly, 'I will not lie below,' and he said, 'I will not lie beneath'. She told him angrily, 'but we are equal', and to her he said, 'I am stronger; you yield to my rod; so I am the superior one'. On and on they went until the woman stormed away, but in his anger the man took up his sword and stabbed her. And so she died without resentment or regret, and he passed away alone.
The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength. Too often, they ask from each other instead of finding pleasure in giving. It is even more deceptive to dream of gaining through the child a plenitude, a warmth, a value, which one is unable to create for oneself, for the child brings joy only to the woman who is capable of disinterestedly desiring the happiness of another, to one who without being wrapped up in self seeks to transcend her own existence.
So it is that marriage, as a community of interests, means the degradation of the interested parties. It is the perfidy of the world's arrangements that no one, even if aware of it, can escape such degradation. Marriage is used to seal an alliance because those who enter it expect to subordinate their freedom to a custom which, being witnessed and celebrated, is seen instead as a joyous shackling to an endless endeavor. In a society of the free, it is a necessary and bold sacrifice to accept a permanent injury in the name of society.
This is why we celebrate when love precedes or follows marriage. Though love is scorned as a precursor to marriage, there is no doubt that the fascination the Peerage has with the poetry and songs of love arises from a seemingly-unconscious recognition of the thankless labor that arises from marriage. And while many of the Peerage have been led into perdition in the desperate pursuit of feeling within our shackles, there is not a doubt in my mind that love, however defined, ought to be praised in hope or tolerated in silence.
I find talks on war far less horrific than discussions on marriage.
I am reminded of a fable from my youth. Once, there was a man who said 'it is not good for a man to be alone,' and so he found himself a woman that was his equal. After they decided to marry, she told him, plainly, 'I will not lie below,' and he said, 'I will not lie beneath'. She told him angrily, 'but we are equal', and to her he said, 'I am stronger; you yield to my rod; so I am the superior one'. On and on they went until the woman stormed away, but in his anger the man took up his sword and stabbed her. And so she died without resentment or regret, and he passed away alone.
The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength. Too often, they ask from each other instead of finding pleasure in giving. It is even more deceptive to dream of gaining through the child a plenitude, a warmth, a value, which one is unable to create for oneself, for the child brings joy only to the woman who is capable of disinterestedly desiring the happiness of another, to one who without being wrapped up in self seeks to transcend her own existence.
So it is that marriage, as a community of interests, means the degradation of the interested parties. It is the perfidy of the world's arrangements that no one, even if aware of it, can escape such degradation. Marriage is used to seal an alliance because those who enter it expect to subordinate their freedom to a custom which, being witnessed and celebrated, is seen instead as a joyous shackling to an endless endeavor. In a society of the free, it is a necessary and bold sacrifice to accept a permanent injury in the name of society.
This is why we celebrate when love precedes or follows marriage. Though love is scorned as a precursor to marriage, there is no doubt that the fascination the Peerage has with the poetry and songs of love arises from a seemingly-unconscious recognition of the thankless labor that arises from marriage. And while many of the Peerage have been led into perdition in the desperate pursuit of feeling within our shackles, there is not a doubt in my mind that love, however defined, ought to be praised in hope or tolerated in silence.
I find talks on war far less horrific than discussions on marriage.
Written By Emberly
Sept. 14, 2020, 3:49 p.m.(1/10/1014 AR)
Arx is so large it is rather daunting.
It is so easy to become lost, even when one is found.
The complexities behind finding Silver, and then Haggler, then Tailor for a party were steps that were daunting. One never means to be one that incurs debt. I am sure I will pay it all off.
Thank you to all my friends who have helped me on this fashion emergency.
It is so easy to become lost, even when one is found.
The complexities behind finding Silver, and then Haggler, then Tailor for a party were steps that were daunting. One never means to be one that incurs debt. I am sure I will pay it all off.
Thank you to all my friends who have helped me on this fashion emergency.
Written By Macda
Sept. 14, 2020, 11:31 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Talwyn
Flashback.
Summary: The green snow had been disorienting. Macda had found herself outside- wandering- in soaked slippers, a soaked-through jumper, and a blanket that was collecting the infected ice crystals. Time had passed and alls he remembers doing was drinking. Lots of drinking and talking. And her hands hurt- but they always did. Good thing she had been so battered in recent days, she still had her aeterna healing wraps to cover the aching fingers and some more for her forearm. She prayed for the blessing that was Andry, at some point during the Tattooing "event" that swept over some of Arx's Faithful. If not for his demanding and then carrying of her to the Mercies, she would be much worse off; beyond the need for the ribbons. She had grown to consider the feelings of the Bayweathers, both men had been good to her beyond reason. They were indescribably good priests, with their different perceptions and yet unwavering faith to what they believe is right. So Andry's possible disappointment and potential chastisement weighed heavily on her as she returned home missing Thistleton, her shoes, the coat Talwyn gave her.
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Talwyn - where have you gone?
Summary: The green snow had been disorienting. Macda had found herself outside- wandering- in soaked slippers, a soaked-through jumper, and a blanket that was collecting the infected ice crystals. Time had passed and alls he remembers doing was drinking. Lots of drinking and talking. And her hands hurt- but they always did. Good thing she had been so battered in recent days, she still had her aeterna healing wraps to cover the aching fingers and some more for her forearm. She prayed for the blessing that was Andry, at some point during the Tattooing "event" that swept over some of Arx's Faithful. If not for his demanding and then carrying of her to the Mercies, she would be much worse off; beyond the need for the ribbons. She had grown to consider the feelings of the Bayweathers, both men had been good to her beyond reason. They were indescribably good priests, with their different perceptions and yet unwavering faith to what they believe is right. So Andry's possible disappointment and potential chastisement weighed heavily on her as she returned home missing Thistleton, her shoes, the coat Talwyn gave her.
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Talwyn - where have you gone?
Written By Esme
Sept. 14, 2020, 10:33 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)
I have never enjoyed being cold. I like the warmth. I like the chill on the air, but never truly the deep cold that comes in winter. I have already started bundling myself to the yearly waddling mess I make of myself. I'm sure I've doubled my weight in warmth. However, even I cannot deny the sheer beauty of the snow around me. The silence that it offers. I have found myself when I arise in my own suites that I open the windows and just feel the cold silence. Birds are quiet. Life is quiet. I find these my moments of quiet thoughts and sometimes forget that I am wrapping myself in cold until Joy comes to speak to me; telling me that my lips are blue.
Lately, I have allowed myself to travel down paths I should not. I have allowed myself the what if game. What if I had married the person of the North when asked? It was years ago now and I adore him as my friend, but what would we have been at this season. Would I have come to embrace the cold? Would I be a colder person for what our relationship would end up becoming? It is not that I hoped to follow this path, but the cold brings reflection. Maybe because I know it is an ending of a year and in someways a chapter.
I have found myself stepping away from people and events. It is not that I adore people less it is that I have been losing myself in books and studying. Things it is not 'proper' to discuss sometimes. However, I have spent so much time that I have conquered as far as my learning can go in the occult. I remember opening my first book with fear. Terrified that I would somehow be pulled into a place of dark things and dark souls. That I would lose everything I knew for this knowledge. I remember learning my first things and finding the awe behind it. Then delving deeper and deeper to the understanding around us and how my individual mind crafted it and took it to be; not to say it was right. Where I found a voice in matters that I had been silenced on in the past. It was enlightening. Strange to say that one has found light in things of the dark.
I have found myself evaluating the people around me. There are people that I called friends. Great friends. The best of friends. Some have passed. Some never write. Some never reach back out and I find that I miss them. I miss the sounds of laughter, the whispers that would be said around others, our private jokes, and the knowledge I could say anything to them. Also, the honor of knowing things about them that others did not. I miss seeing so much amazing delights that they had, they did not even realize. To tell people. I miss these things. I am not bitter that our paths no longer intertwine and that messengers have fallen silent, for I'm happy for all their happiness. I know it is not just one sided. I have dropped my own missives as more and more came to my plate or in my quest for understanding.
I think that is one of the real reasons that I have turned from the cold and prefer the warmth. In the warmth, your body might be stripped down in clothing for that blissful heat - but it seems more can be pushed aside. In the cold, your physical body is covered away, but your mind becomes sharper with each slice of wind. In the silence that snow crafts a blanket, it allows you deep moments with your thoughts and reflections of your life.
Perhaps I am just at the brink of change and decision. A winter before the spring of evolution. I have decisions to make after the snows have thawed. Paths I have to decide to walk. People that will come. People that will go. I'm most curious though who I'm going to emerge to be. I had thought I was so convinced on who I was as a person, as a path, and the contentment in it. Now, I am not so sure of anything besides the step I take in the moment. Do I leave behind the images of my footfalls or does it fill in so quickly that there is no trace of where I walked before this moment?
Lately, I have allowed myself to travel down paths I should not. I have allowed myself the what if game. What if I had married the person of the North when asked? It was years ago now and I adore him as my friend, but what would we have been at this season. Would I have come to embrace the cold? Would I be a colder person for what our relationship would end up becoming? It is not that I hoped to follow this path, but the cold brings reflection. Maybe because I know it is an ending of a year and in someways a chapter.
I have found myself stepping away from people and events. It is not that I adore people less it is that I have been losing myself in books and studying. Things it is not 'proper' to discuss sometimes. However, I have spent so much time that I have conquered as far as my learning can go in the occult. I remember opening my first book with fear. Terrified that I would somehow be pulled into a place of dark things and dark souls. That I would lose everything I knew for this knowledge. I remember learning my first things and finding the awe behind it. Then delving deeper and deeper to the understanding around us and how my individual mind crafted it and took it to be; not to say it was right. Where I found a voice in matters that I had been silenced on in the past. It was enlightening. Strange to say that one has found light in things of the dark.
I have found myself evaluating the people around me. There are people that I called friends. Great friends. The best of friends. Some have passed. Some never write. Some never reach back out and I find that I miss them. I miss the sounds of laughter, the whispers that would be said around others, our private jokes, and the knowledge I could say anything to them. Also, the honor of knowing things about them that others did not. I miss seeing so much amazing delights that they had, they did not even realize. To tell people. I miss these things. I am not bitter that our paths no longer intertwine and that messengers have fallen silent, for I'm happy for all their happiness. I know it is not just one sided. I have dropped my own missives as more and more came to my plate or in my quest for understanding.
I think that is one of the real reasons that I have turned from the cold and prefer the warmth. In the warmth, your body might be stripped down in clothing for that blissful heat - but it seems more can be pushed aside. In the cold, your physical body is covered away, but your mind becomes sharper with each slice of wind. In the silence that snow crafts a blanket, it allows you deep moments with your thoughts and reflections of your life.
Perhaps I am just at the brink of change and decision. A winter before the spring of evolution. I have decisions to make after the snows have thawed. Paths I have to decide to walk. People that will come. People that will go. I'm most curious though who I'm going to emerge to be. I had thought I was so convinced on who I was as a person, as a path, and the contentment in it. Now, I am not so sure of anything besides the step I take in the moment. Do I leave behind the images of my footfalls or does it fill in so quickly that there is no trace of where I walked before this moment?
Written By Gwenna
Sept. 14, 2020, 8:57 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Michael
None of my expensive slippers seem safe from Stompy. You, indeed, trained him well.
Written By Zyanya
Sept. 14, 2020, 6:40 a.m.(1/9/1014 AR)
Here is how to build a storm.
The windows are shuttered, the door is barred.
When the house stands open the sky sees.
It sends the rain to wash the step.
The windows are shuttered, the door is barred.
When the house stands open the sky sees.
It sends the rain to wash the step.
Written By Svana
Sept. 13, 2020, 11:12 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
The babies and I have been watching the snow from the windows. I think they're still too young to take out and properly 'play' in it since they've just learned to crawl, but they do seem transfixed. Watching wonderment on their little faces is such a joy. Plus now I get to sew them cute little warm jumpers!
Written By Raja
Sept. 13, 2020, 10:20 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
So. I have heard wise people say that idle hands bring trouble. I try to keep busy, but.. I get envious of the beautiful creations that crafters make. Like, Evaristo! His jewelry may not be made of the fanciest of materials, but they are so damned beautiful! Well. Since Torian makes leather, I figure I could make weapons. I do love a beautiful dagger! Anyways, I am completely honored that Brother Felix has taken me under his wing as my mentor. I have a lot to learn! I am actually excited. I can actually make some money too!
Written By Ryhalt
Sept. 13, 2020, 10:18 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Decorating the new nursery in a coffee design is becoming increasingly attractive. Now to make it so Clover doesn't notice...
Written By Kastelon
Sept. 13, 2020, 9:39 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
The snow reminds me of winters in the forests with the Shadow Bunnies. The quiet, the soft sound of snow falling, the way our tracks disappeared...
Written By Lucita
Sept. 13, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Next time I go to a lecture during winter, I will have to wear warmer gloves so my fingers and hands are not so cold stiff my note taking winds up as scribbles till they warm up.
Written By Michael
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:59 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Gwenna
I am thrilled to know that Stompy hasn't changed at all.
Written By Aconite
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:52 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
It was interesting to hear stories of my Birthplace. To hear the hardships and constant conflict they have endured. I wish I was able to give them more for I was taken out of it so early I've had to endure nothing they have. I only hope I can continue to offer them the opportunities I was given, to aid them in making their fortunes and help them survive this damnable white stuff...
Written By Lucita
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Sebastian
Ice sculptures are now in our garden area, amusing ones almost like the ones back in 1008. Prince Sebastian made them to the absolute delight of the twins. Estie was especially interested in how he worked them. It is delightful to see the children trying to imitate some of the poses.
Written By Michael
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:49 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Autumn has left rather quickly and snow found Arx in a hurry. Some of the guard seem to have taken machismo to a new level by insisting they don't need cloaks.
Part of the uniform, guardsmen. Don't lose fingers to the cold.
Part of the uniform, guardsmen. Don't lose fingers to the cold.
Written By Strozza
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:23 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Like a brow of misty eve
Curled in the corner
Silence is a facade
Stillness to deceive
Curled in the corner
Silence is a facade
Stillness to deceive
Written By Strozza
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:19 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
I grow weary of how often there is work among my community of 'Silks', as we are so often titled, to aid the commons; but we are told we don't care nor look after those whose duty is to watch after from our position of privilege. The fundraisers at the Hart alone contests this.
I expect no change in this view. I am not a very sociable man to those outside my circle. I avoid the commons because I could only harm the stance of the nobility because of my nature - I've spent too long commanding others, a ships commander for so long.
But perhaps if members of the commons read this, they will have no concern in contacting knowing I am happy to help or even simply associate as I can.
I expect no change in this view. I am not a very sociable man to those outside my circle. I avoid the commons because I could only harm the stance of the nobility because of my nature - I've spent too long commanding others, a ships commander for so long.
But perhaps if members of the commons read this, they will have no concern in contacting knowing I am happy to help or even simply associate as I can.
Written By Strozza
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:14 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Orelia
Like a hero of sagas and I don't think I shall ever find your equal.
Written By Azova
Sept. 13, 2020, 8:03 p.m.(1/8/1014 AR)
Building the year's first snowman is the best part of winter. Okay, second best part of winter. Hot drinks and blankets are the first best part.
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