Greetings!

After reading Kryvar's post, I thought I might just bring up a little
bit of a story I once read. He had excellent points and the entire
message he conveyed had a humbling effect. We, as mortals, do take a lot
of things for granted -- one of which is our seemingly eternal lives.
There are legends, I believe, of mortal beings that have lived centuries
and only age slightly every turn of the century. But yes, Lord Sarapis
does will a lot of things into being and in His infinite wisdom, I
believe we are allowed to live longer to enjoy the Creations He has
made.

Sometimes I enjoy sitting alone in a huge, musty library and reading
over the old scrolls found there. I once came across such a scroll that
did not seem to be about science or mathematics, but rather a story of
sorts. In the scroll, there were the Light and the Dark followers, each
with their own Deities. It seemed to be a more fanciful scroll than an
actual account, so bear with me: the names of the Divine are none that I
have ever known. The children of the Light worshipped the God of Life:
He that is Immortal and never ages, sickens, or dies. The children of
the Dark worshipped the Goddess of Death: She that is Immortal and She
who sickens, ages, and dies. Now, how can something be Immortal if it
dies, you wonder? Well, according to the people that followed the
Goddess of Death, when the Goddess died, Her spirit sought out a newborn
body to live in. She kept all of Her old memories and thoughts, although
the body She had lived in decayed. This, in effect, kept Her "Immortal":
Her body might have decayed, withered, died ... but Her spirit lived on
and found a new body to merge with.

So, maybe this is how we are. Maybe when we age centuries more or are
slain in combat, our spirit roams Lord Sarapis's halls until it finds a
body that resembles its previous body and joins with it, and since it is
still -our- spirit, our age doesn't revert back to childhood numbers and
our bodies don't seem to wither. Of course, this is a truly aesthetic
point of view and might not really be the case, but it is rather
interesting to think on, no?

With much love,
Cosmos Winterhart-Elin'Tindome

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 331 AF.