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Public News Post #13272

Seven Whatever

Written by: Heretic Dru d'Vast
Date: Saturday, September 11th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Diamondesce. do not think to align the premise of Good with the Church.
That has long ago ceased to be the case.

Disclamers on posts for petty clarifications, scrambles to denounce
anything that remotely resembles a unique view of the world is so
typically both today's Church's Good and Mhaldor's Evil it is sad.

I remember when there was honour in Mhaldor, when the Church looked
outward to spreading the joy of Good. Latus' post, its authors words and
satire that followed only proved to me that the world has indeed
converged in the middle. No one cares except only to hear their own
voice, no cause is ever progessed on its path. The path is muddied and
worn and lost. Let us all save face, look strong, never have to blush or
say sorry, speak the dogmatic line we were brainwashed with as youth and
live for our own self-preservation and egos.

I hold out hope that this will not always be the case. I hope that
principles can rise above the muck and fear and pressure and pain and
the world can be stronger because of it. But, I am not hopeful.

Dru d'Vast

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 373 AF.


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Public News Post #13272

Seven Whatever

Written by: Heretic Dru d'Vast
Date: Saturday, September 11th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone


Diamondesce. do not think to align the premise of Good with the Church.
That has long ago ceased to be the case.

Disclamers on posts for petty clarifications, scrambles to denounce
anything that remotely resembles a unique view of the world is so
typically both today's Church's Good and Mhaldor's Evil it is sad.

I remember when there was honour in Mhaldor, when the Church looked
outward to spreading the joy of Good. Latus' post, its authors words and
satire that followed only proved to me that the world has indeed
converged in the middle. No one cares except only to hear their own
voice, no cause is ever progessed on its path. The path is muddied and
worn and lost. Let us all save face, look strong, never have to blush or
say sorry, speak the dogmatic line we were brainwashed with as youth and
live for our own self-preservation and egos.

I hold out hope that this will not always be the case. I hope that
principles can rise above the muck and fear and pressure and pain and
the world can be stronger because of it. But, I am not hopeful.

Dru d'Vast

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 373 AF.


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