Is it the ambition or the weakness of sentient races, I wonder, that leads to this cycle, this rise and fall, of cultures and kingdoms? So many begin beneficent and with grand hopes. A new way, a new day, a bright sunrise and a thousand other hopeful clichés... And each and every one, it seems, falls to stagnation, and in that stagnation evil men rise, through greed or lust for power. Like canker buds, they find their way into any government, slipping through the seams in the well-intended laws, coaxing the codes to their advantage, finding their treasures and securing their well-being at the expense of all others, and ever blaming the helpless who have no voice and no recourse. To the laborers they cry, Beware the leech! and the leech is the infirm, the elderly, the downtrodden. So do they deflect and distort reality itself to secure their wares, and yet, they are never secure, for this is the truest rhyme of history, that when the theft is complete, so will the whole collapse, and in that collapse will fall the downtrodden and nobility alike. And the misery and pain will feast in the fields and in the sea and in the forest, in the laborers and the farmers, the fishermen and the hunters, and in those who sow and those who eat. For the rhyme of history is a sullen one, I fear, ringing as a klaxon of warning, and fading fast into distant memory, and even to fable, while the new cankers burst from their pods and feast. It need not be like this, but too often it is. It was my hope for something new and better, something lasting, that I am coming to lament. And so I should be despondent. But, nay, far from it, for I have witnessed divine justice now, and am blessed in the glories of those things most valuable: the truest friends and family anyone could know. With open eyes and hearts we go, well aware of the rhyme of history determined that those sad notes will give way to triumphant bars and soothing melodies of hope and justice. The world is chaos, but we are order. The world is shadow, but we are determined to shine as light. -Drizzt Dourden
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 22:33:19 +0000
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