Lord Milabar-

Pardon the public airing of such matters, but I believe it fair to keep
conduits of communication similar in form. I too apologize for your
probable lack of knowledge of my self. Who I am is unimportant, but my
perspective is worth noting. As neither a devout of Oblivion nor Good, I
hope that I may speak with as much objectivity as may be granted one in
my position. Usually, I would hold my tongue (for I do not wish to seem
out of place by defending or deriding the ideals of an individual);
however, I felt so compelled by your public missive that I cannot help
but respond. If you will indulge me, sir...

I find it ironic that the metaphor used is that of a humgii, a thing so
indomitable of hunger that it would swallow Sapience if only its mouth
was a bit larger. I think that such a comparison is more correct than
you know. Though your perception, I think, is perhaps skewed. Oblivion
is not the humgii, but rather the humgii's hunger: that is, the
insatiable, gnawing consumption. Thus, is Oblivion. In fact, I believe
you could go so far as to say that Creation is the humgii, leashed, as
it is, to its placidity; and that its hunger - its endless, unceasing
hunger - is Oblivion. Thus, those who seek the call of Oblivion do not
tarry on such ideals as Good or Evil, as much the hunger does not care
if it inhabits a humgii of purple fur, or of green eyes, or one covered
in pimples. It simply exists to devour. Thus, is Oblivion beyond the
insignificant. Tragically, such a truth as Oblivion will never be known,
for once it is... well, there will be none to know it, will there?

It may be hard to grasp, with ideals so entrenched, the concept of
Oblivion. Being such the individual, perhaps your freedom is the
illusion? Perhaps then, your ideals are thereby limited? It is not a far
concept to comprehend: that one who follows the light is blinded to that
which exists outside it. Based on your defense of it, you surely cannot
serve anything but Good. For Good is eternal: Good is the true strength.
Good is growth, and all growth is Good. The growth of a flame, perhaps,
to cook the food of man, and warm his hands that he may hold the sword
to conquer for Good the greater. Yet same flame, untended, will burn his
city to the ground. The flame does not know Good, does not know Evil,
does not grow with ill intent, nor with benign desire -- the flame
simply is, simply does. Its direction - be it the fire for a camp, or
the fire to destroy a house - is guided by mortal (and Divine) hand. It
is we who shape it so, who mold it to suit our desire. But the flame...
the flame itself simply is, simply does. Thus, is Oblivion. It has no
tenets, no pillars to define it, to shape it, for it is not a creation
of mortal, nor a creation of Divine, nor is it tended by either. It
exists of itself, to simply be, and simply do.

As I earlier proclaimed, however, objectivity is my desire, thus I must
concede fair points to you. Good surely does grow and change, as mortals
evolve, and the knowledge of the Gods seeps down to us. I commend you
then, for living well in this world granted, the world of Good and Evil
and mortal and God. Truly, that you take the reins of every day and ride
as dear and hard as you may for each breath given. It is commendable. Do
not let others deride you as foolish, or naive, for your glory of
existence. Admittedly, I also must agree that growth is all around. It
is a wonder to plant a seed, to nurture it through its life, watch it's
stalk sliver upward, leaves blooming verdant; to see it blossom, in all
its glorious fragrance and hue. It is truly amazing. A thing to behold
indeed. And to know that this plant does not bear ideals of Good or
Evil, nor questions its existence, nor stares into the sky at night and
wonders. It is a plant. It does what it must to survive while it can,
for it knows that one day it will be no longer.

I must thank you for reading, and please, if you so desire, do respond.
I cannot make the assurance that I will do so again in turn, but there
is always the possibility. It is, after all, the possibility which gives
strength.

Regards,
M. Daalo Kunu


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Glacian, in the year 585 AF.