Dearest Achaeans,

Though I view Khejian as my moral opposite and though I do not
share his same lust for battle (though I can see the allure there) I
must wholeheartedly concur. There is a struggle there, and it is an
eternal struggle, there can be no end. Just as Light and Darkness
cannot coexist in the same place, there is Night and there is Day
and there will always be Night and Day and even those times when
the two mingle, and isn't it at those times when the world is the
most beautiful. The birth and the august of all things hold a
finality that is so wonderful. It is the space in between that is
mundane, the lull in the cycle. But I digress (as I often do).

As long as the realm of matter and energy exist, there will be
the two fundemental forces acting on it at all times, two
conflicting forces, those of enthalpy and entropy, there will
be this struggle. And as these tendancies are inherent in all
things, so to is this struggle. And there will always be players
in this struggle, whether they be atoms, winds, philosophies,
religions, flows of magma, or mortals wielding swords. It is
this struggle that makes the stars shine, makes roses red
and tulips yellow, makes the wind fill sails, ideas fill minds,
and it makes the grass green and sometimes it makes the
grass red, but it also puts the sparkle in the eyes of your
lover and the beauty in all things beautiful.

Unfortunately, it also puts the wind in this windbag,
Augur Fetzer

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Scarlatan, in the year 250 AF.