Knowledge is the whore of mortalkind. It has, and forever since, been a manipulative tool of the feeble hearted, for its abuse and molestation from the undeserving hypocrite has thus given it the unworthy title of a hackneyed cause. Most recently, knowledge has been taken of granted of, and misused, those who seek knowledge become diminutive in the eyes of the majority, since unintellegence grows and standards to seek knowledge have plummeted off the end of an ocean cliff. Morever, the lack of intellect among those who seek it has grown exponentially, as those who include within themselves some signs of logic learn to seek it elsewhere. As the Prophet Averroes told me during one conversation over the beauty I seek, "As one grows wiser, one realizes how little one knows."

So where does knowledge lie? Not in the pathetic attempts I have witnessed from those who seek to gain favour from their path by merely paraphrasing past thoughts from the truly erudite. It does not dwell among the lies of those who claim rightousness, as their logic is flawed and their true actions remained untold. True Knowledge, my friends, is what binds together life itself, from the dawn of its beginning to the death of its end. And it has risen, once more, to shed truth to the misguided, and regain its rightful title once more.

I seek the knowledge of the beauty, which shall purge all things besides hopeless wonder. It shall begin with a beating, one of such grace, it is the music of life itself. Awe must behold its birth.

Xephlite Traike, the Renamed Xael

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 240 AF.