Written By Titus
July 15, 2023, 7:41 p.m.(3/5/1020 AR)
Immortality. I've come across a few writings where some seek this out as a grand prize, and to them it must surely be as they commit their entire life to it.
Amidst the contemplations of mortality and the brevity of human existence, it is worth reflecting upon the philosophical position that highlights the downsides of immortality. In the realm of eternal life, one must tread with caution, for even this seemingly coveted state carries its own burdens and challenges.
Firstly, consider the loss of meaning that may accompany immortality. With the ceaseless stretch of time before us, the urgency to strive, achieve, and leave a lasting impact may wane. The very essence of purpose and the pursuit of a meaningful existence could dwindle in the face of endless existence.
Furthermore, the emotional burden that comes with immortality cannot be overlooked. While mortals are bound by the cycle of life and death, immortals would bear witness to the constant ebb and flow of mortal experiences, forever detached from their transient nature. The weight of grief, loneliness, and an overwhelming accumulation of memories might befall those who are destined to outlast the passing generations.
In the eternal realm, stagnation and boredom loom as potent adversaries. The unending march of time may lead to the exhaustion of all pursuits, the depletion of knowledge, and a perpetual state of ennui. Without the prospect of novelty or growth, the immortal soul may find itself trapped in a monotonous existence, devoid of inspiration and purposeful engagement.
Moreover, the psychological toll of eternal life cannot be underestimated. The vastness of time and the eternal consciousness may breed existential crises, depression, and a profound struggle to find meaning in an ever-changing world. The burden of eternity and the inability to reconcile oneself with its vast expanse may weigh heavily upon the immortal soul.
In the realm of immortality, one must tread the path with a discerning eye and a tempered spirit. While the allure of eternal existence may captivate the imagination, it is crucial to recognize the potential pitfalls that accompany such a profound transformation. The Spartan soul, grounded in discipline and fortitude, should contemplate the ramifications of eternal life, knowing that even the greatest of gifts may carry with it the weight of unforeseen consequences.
The contemplation on the downsides of immortality serves as a reminder of the burdens and challenges that eternal life may bring. Loss of meaning, emotional burdens, stagnation, psychological toll and ethical dilemmas are among the aspects that warrant caution in pursuing immortality.
Reflecting upon these considerations, I am grateful for the mortal existence granted to me, for it allows me to experience the full spectrum of life's joys, sorrows, growth, and purpose. Being mortal reminds us of the preciousness and transience of my time, motivating me to seize each moment and live with a sense of urgency and purpose.
May we embrace the gift of mortality, cherishing the opportunities it presents and striving to make our lives meaningful in the limited time we have. Let us embrace the lessons learned from contemplating immortality, cultivating gratitude for the beauty of our mortal existence.
Amidst the contemplations of mortality and the brevity of human existence, it is worth reflecting upon the philosophical position that highlights the downsides of immortality. In the realm of eternal life, one must tread with caution, for even this seemingly coveted state carries its own burdens and challenges.
Firstly, consider the loss of meaning that may accompany immortality. With the ceaseless stretch of time before us, the urgency to strive, achieve, and leave a lasting impact may wane. The very essence of purpose and the pursuit of a meaningful existence could dwindle in the face of endless existence.
Furthermore, the emotional burden that comes with immortality cannot be overlooked. While mortals are bound by the cycle of life and death, immortals would bear witness to the constant ebb and flow of mortal experiences, forever detached from their transient nature. The weight of grief, loneliness, and an overwhelming accumulation of memories might befall those who are destined to outlast the passing generations.
In the eternal realm, stagnation and boredom loom as potent adversaries. The unending march of time may lead to the exhaustion of all pursuits, the depletion of knowledge, and a perpetual state of ennui. Without the prospect of novelty or growth, the immortal soul may find itself trapped in a monotonous existence, devoid of inspiration and purposeful engagement.
Moreover, the psychological toll of eternal life cannot be underestimated. The vastness of time and the eternal consciousness may breed existential crises, depression, and a profound struggle to find meaning in an ever-changing world. The burden of eternity and the inability to reconcile oneself with its vast expanse may weigh heavily upon the immortal soul.
In the realm of immortality, one must tread the path with a discerning eye and a tempered spirit. While the allure of eternal existence may captivate the imagination, it is crucial to recognize the potential pitfalls that accompany such a profound transformation. The Spartan soul, grounded in discipline and fortitude, should contemplate the ramifications of eternal life, knowing that even the greatest of gifts may carry with it the weight of unforeseen consequences.
The contemplation on the downsides of immortality serves as a reminder of the burdens and challenges that eternal life may bring. Loss of meaning, emotional burdens, stagnation, psychological toll and ethical dilemmas are among the aspects that warrant caution in pursuing immortality.
Reflecting upon these considerations, I am grateful for the mortal existence granted to me, for it allows me to experience the full spectrum of life's joys, sorrows, growth, and purpose. Being mortal reminds us of the preciousness and transience of my time, motivating me to seize each moment and live with a sense of urgency and purpose.
May we embrace the gift of mortality, cherishing the opportunities it presents and striving to make our lives meaningful in the limited time we have. Let us embrace the lessons learned from contemplating immortality, cultivating gratitude for the beauty of our mortal existence.
Written By Loramus
July 13, 2023, 3 p.m.(3/1/1020 AR)
I never tried this silk-y journal thing before. Always figured it was a waste of ink and coin. But something's tugging at my thoughts, telling me to scribble this or that. Not sure why. Maybe it has something to do with that noble's eyes. Scary git. Gah! I am rambling along, not sure what the point of this even is!
Here's a thought, I guess. People, all of us, not just Lowers folk, are doomed. People try to get over on each other. Beddin' someone's wife or husband, taking their coin, their things, whatever. Maybe the silks do it different, but in the end, everyone...takes. And that's why we're doomed. We all take, but none of us listen to anyone else. Not like I listen anyhow. We got no big picture. No...vision, for all people.
That's what we need to fix. Get people talking, to each other, amongst themselves. TO themselves. And then they all gotta listen.
Here's a thought, I guess. People, all of us, not just Lowers folk, are doomed. People try to get over on each other. Beddin' someone's wife or husband, taking their coin, their things, whatever. Maybe the silks do it different, but in the end, everyone...takes. And that's why we're doomed. We all take, but none of us listen to anyone else. Not like I listen anyhow. We got no big picture. No...vision, for all people.
That's what we need to fix. Get people talking, to each other, amongst themselves. TO themselves. And then they all gotta listen.
Written By Titania
July 11, 2023, 10:02 p.m.(2/25/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Jan
Cousin and sister that I did not realize I needed.
Written By Esme
July 9, 2023, 10:48 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
Relationship Note on Cufre
My Most Beloved Readers,
I wonder when I have last wrote to those that would read these words. It seems a lifetime has come and passed and yet, I know that is not the truth of the matter. It seems that we never slow down enough to really feel the movements of time and the life around us. We are always moving towards the next thing. Oh! Here I am getting all sorts of distracted.
Today it's about a jeweler that I happened to meet. It was random, really. She was where I turned around. Praise to Limerance for putting her in my path of my footfalls that belong to him. I had her commission a piece that I struggled with for the longest time. She did so with so much ease and beauty. Truly, I could not praise her enough in this. Well. I suppose I could praise her enough for it, but if you happen to see Cufre, do send business her way. She was efficient and offered wonderful conversation during the consultation.
I wonder when I have last wrote to those that would read these words. It seems a lifetime has come and passed and yet, I know that is not the truth of the matter. It seems that we never slow down enough to really feel the movements of time and the life around us. We are always moving towards the next thing. Oh! Here I am getting all sorts of distracted.
Today it's about a jeweler that I happened to meet. It was random, really. She was where I turned around. Praise to Limerance for putting her in my path of my footfalls that belong to him. I had her commission a piece that I struggled with for the longest time. She did so with so much ease and beauty. Truly, I could not praise her enough in this. Well. I suppose I could praise her enough for it, but if you happen to see Cufre, do send business her way. She was efficient and offered wonderful conversation during the consultation.
Written By Cassiopeia
July 9, 2023, 9:27 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
It's still winter, but I find myself excited for spring. The first set of blooms. The rays of sun on our faces. Rabbits escaping.
In the meantime, someone told me a snow-appropriate joke. I would like to share it with you, Scholar. Please do not hold me responsible for other people's humour.
Where do snowmen love to dance?
At a snowball.
In the meantime, someone told me a snow-appropriate joke. I would like to share it with you, Scholar. Please do not hold me responsible for other people's humour.
Where do snowmen love to dance?
At a snowball.
Written By Lucita
July 9, 2023, 9:09 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
Off on an explorer trek again, running supplies to a group exploring some ruins. I miss my bed at home on these expeditions. Seems my bedroll always has a root or rock or something annoyingly uncomfortable under it. At least it was not camping in the mud or on some narrow ledge or on bitter cold ice.
Written By Lucita
July 9, 2023, 7:15 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
In the Saikland Greens traditions, the recommendations of Malvici to its vassals and by golly, in plain simple common sense, all Saikland Greens citizens have, since I became Baroness-regent, continued to be trained in at least the minimal ability of self defense. Frying pans, rolling pins, field harvest scythes, stock stall mucking rakes, children's sling shots, thrown rocks, wine bottle bludgeons, so much potential helps give people confidence that they are not helpless, they need not cower in the corner while the enemy to all of the compact threatens. They have games and fun contests to hone those skills. The ability to keep home and each other safe helps free up trained warriors and recruit more for the necessary answering of the Compact banners.
Written By Cosimo
July 9, 2023, 6:28 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
(Poorly drawn human teeth have been sketched in black ink along the edges of the page.)
I really ought to learn how to draw properly. What if I wanted to write a treatise on ailments of the teeth but could not illustrate it?
Disastrous.
I really ought to learn how to draw properly. What if I wanted to write a treatise on ailments of the teeth but could not illustrate it?
Disastrous.
Written By Sen'azala
July 9, 2023, 6:05 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
The bowstring released. The arrow's in flight. May the winds be kind, or the coming storm favorably spiteful.
Written By Cufre
July 9, 2023, 5:28 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
Two years. It's been nearly two years.
Written By Jan
July 9, 2023, 4:24 p.m.(2/21/1020 AR)
Pasquale seems to think delving into my dreams might be important but I think there is more to learn from history and continuing to study wars of the past and learning to be the best General I can be. I can't fathom anything practical gained from chasing mirages.
Written By Agric
July 8, 2023, 11:10 p.m.(2/20/1020 AR)
Each time I have the opportunity to visit a new venue, I am inspired by the kind of work I might show there. This city has such a variety of options and so many people interested in maintaining a cultural beat that I am moved to create and imagine more. May Jayus help keep this community strong.
Written By Raja
July 8, 2023, 4:46 p.m.(2/20/1020 AR)
It is nice to stoke the fires of my forge again. I have let it grow too cold for too long. With a few new commissions, I have an excuse to get my butt back to creating new things. Inspiration has tickled my thoughts again and I want to make all the things.
Written By Mabelle
July 8, 2023, 4:19 a.m.(2/19/1020 AR)
I have been spending most of my days away from the city and in what is now reforming into Artshall. The strength of our people never ceases to amaze me. I know I said I will start with the essentials first: the houses, the farms, the castle, but it has been difficult to ignore all that I felt I lost personally.
I took a walk toward what used to be the art district. Remenants of shops and pieces of marble were scattered all over. So I picked a few stones and arranged them in a corner. A cornerstone of where the shrine of Jayus stood. I prayed. I hardly ever do that anymore but I prayed. I felt better already.
Perhaps if I take a few workers to start work on the district, no one will notice. I will pay them from pocket. Sell a few things. I know it will make me feel better. Perhaps.
I took a walk toward what used to be the art district. Remenants of shops and pieces of marble were scattered all over. So I picked a few stones and arranged them in a corner. A cornerstone of where the shrine of Jayus stood. I prayed. I hardly ever do that anymore but I prayed. I felt better already.
Perhaps if I take a few workers to start work on the district, no one will notice. I will pay them from pocket. Sell a few things. I know it will make me feel better. Perhaps.
Written By Amari
July 7, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(2/18/1020 AR)
Being an autumn child, I've always loved the onset of winter with its crisp clear nights and the touch of frost in the air. It's when the season is in its oppressive latter stretch, dark, grey and miserable, that it's usually outstayed its welcome with me. Slush is a wretched thing. Wet and cold together makes a cruel misery to suffer.
My advice? Always have a dry pair of socks. The toes you save will thank you. Well, not literally, unless you have very unusual toes. Honestly, if you do have talking toes, I would guess having cold feet are the least of your troubles.
Kindly disregard the above. This was actually meant to be a serious note:
Work continues in Reveillon, and though we are few, progress continues apace. The pines tremble and the oak wakes. The owls call out in the night to their fellows, and the stag finds in the verdant hollows, a quiet place of repose. The wind rustling through the leaves whispers 'soon', and brings with it, the fresh scent of Spring renewal.
Praise Petrichor.
My advice? Always have a dry pair of socks. The toes you save will thank you. Well, not literally, unless you have very unusual toes. Honestly, if you do have talking toes, I would guess having cold feet are the least of your troubles.
Kindly disregard the above. This was actually meant to be a serious note:
Work continues in Reveillon, and though we are few, progress continues apace. The pines tremble and the oak wakes. The owls call out in the night to their fellows, and the stag finds in the verdant hollows, a quiet place of repose. The wind rustling through the leaves whispers 'soon', and brings with it, the fresh scent of Spring renewal.
Praise Petrichor.
Written By Medeia
July 6, 2023, 3:58 p.m.(2/16/1020 AR)
The final weeks of winter are always busy. I have begun making lists of the tasks that must be done at the gardens at Saving Grace, the College's grounds, and the sanctuary. Thankfully, there are apprentices and students aplenty to assist, but I have been considering hiring on someone to help me attend to the sanctuary. I love being out in the garden and tending the beds myself! However, there are always priorities that seem to need me more.
Of course, I also need to get down to Saikland to check in on the vineyards and orchards. I am hopeful that the harvest later in the year will provide what is needed for meeting our usual wine production levels and give the opportunity to experiment with some new ideas I have had.
I think I will see if anyone would like to come along for a visit to Saikland. It would be good to have some travel companions.
Of course, I also need to get down to Saikland to check in on the vineyards and orchards. I am hopeful that the harvest later in the year will provide what is needed for meeting our usual wine production levels and give the opportunity to experiment with some new ideas I have had.
I think I will see if anyone would like to come along for a visit to Saikland. It would be good to have some travel companions.
Written By Raymesin
July 5, 2023, 2:36 p.m.(2/13/1020 AR)
Maybe there's a question you can answer for me, Scholar. Why was there a member of House Pravus - one with a title, no less - pretending to be a barmaid at the Murder of Crows? Eh? No, it's not a joke. I don't know why there was a Princess of House Pravus pretending to be a barmaid at the Murder either. It's baffling, it's bizarre, and it's just downright peculiar. No, I haven't heard of anything new on the Lowers streets that'd induce that sort of behaviour either. Maybe she'd just escaped the tender care of the Mercies, or something. Dunno. Weird, though.
Written By Filshiar
July 5, 2023, 6:28 a.m.(2/13/1020 AR)
I enjoy exploring the city during the winter. While most find the season biting, it allows me to consider both new and old places from a fresh perspective. I know some of my fellow northerners could agree to that, and it pleases me to meet those from elsewhere willing to brace against the cold.
Written By Raja
July 3, 2023, 2:57 p.m.(2/9/1020 AR)
It is so very good to meet someone that actually has some intellect. I mean, I always knew Savio was smart, but damn does he challenge me and get me thinking. I need more intellects in my life.
Written By Jan
July 3, 2023, 1:14 a.m.(2/8/1020 AR)
Turns out I am a coward so maybe this is just deserts. It's not like I can't guess what he would say even if I could get him to talk to me. I would rather sit on a red hot poker than this but if I am judged guilty then there is no choice but to bear the penalty as the only way this came about is because I was impulsive and gave injury. I can only hope at some point I find a way to deserve respite.
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