How sad to live a life where nothing matters.

Time and again I hear the words of those who follow the Mad God, and
time and again I gain the same thought.

Why would you wish to live in a world where nothing you do matters? Why
do you cling to this belief that everything we do in this world is
worthless?


Things decay, this is true, we all see it in the little things, and the
big, but where as you see it as an inevitability, a proof that the whole
world will go the same way, I see it as just the way things change.
If we remained stagnant in all things, then there would be no need to
try, to move, to create, or to dream. So things decay, to make way for
the new, not to make way for the nothingness that you people seem to
wait for, work for, strive for.

Where you see decay and rot, I just see change. Where as you see
inevitable end and destruction, I see life and death, a cycle that
continues much as the seasons. For everything that decays and dies,
another thing takes it place, leaves grown, children are born, a new
dress is sewn.
You speak only of the end of things that mortals make, but those of us
with less madness in our souls see that creation is the thing that holds
most importance.
Where as you are waiting for the day you believe we will all return to
the chaos from which we were formed, the rest of us see instead the day
life was pulled from the chaos, the day things began.


Why do you assume that the Void will claim us all once more? We have
changed, we have grown, we are not the same thing any more, and your
void has no claim over us, only those of you who follow a Mad God, and a
decaying prophet cannot see the truth.

We change. We grow. We create. We die, but, and here is the part you
always seem to forget, from decay and death comes life. Our trees
flourish in a carpet of decaying leaves and wood, our food grows with
the help of rotting matter, flesh and plant. We grow strong from the
death of things, not weaker.


I will become immortal through my work, and I pity you, who cannot claim
the same. I may be forgotten, but my work will remain, the lives I have
helped shape, the things I have set in motion. I will start things now
and know I may never see them come to fruition, I may never see the end
result, but they will happen, and I will have caused them to be. I will
lay down foundations for the future generations.

Be it with word or deed, tomorrow is shaped by all of those who went
before.

How sad to live in a world where nothing you do matters. We should not
fear you, we should pity you, as we should do for all our infirm, all
our mad, all those who have lost the will to live. We should remove your
infirmity, send you to that quiet Death that makes all things well
again, allow your essence to be reused, that in death, you may help the
future grow.

Katia

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ero, in the year 576 AF.