Achaean News
On Darkness
Written by: Brother Carathean, Mad Sentaari Monk
Date: Monday, January 10th, 2000
Addressed to: Twilight, God of Darkness
Oh great Twilight, please forgive me if I spoke with the faintest
hint of disrespect. I did not intend to imply that you are evil.
Far from it! I love both darkness and light equally. Rather, my
statement was intended to make clear that the unnamed evil of which I
spoke was NOT you or ANY of the Gods.
Indeed, though my understanding compared to yours is as the mote to the
mountain, I understand that many may be confused between evil and darkness.
For the ignorant, all that they fear they term evil, and for many the
darkness is feared. So, lest these ignorant think my words were directed
at you, I included you in my statement.
For me the darkness is a thing of great joy and beauty. When the sun sets
my heart is gladdened. When it rises again my heart is equally delighted.
In truth, I spend such a great amount of my time in the sewers, that I
have grown fond of the comforting black and the attunement to sound that
it brings.
Honored that one of Your greatness would deign to read my poor scratchings,
Carathean
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Miraman, in the year 238 AF.
On Darkness
Written by: Brother Carathean, Mad Sentaari Monk
Date: Monday, January 10th, 2000
Addressed to: Twilight, God of Darkness
Oh great Twilight, please forgive me if I spoke with the faintest
hint of disrespect. I did not intend to imply that you are evil.
Far from it! I love both darkness and light equally. Rather, my
statement was intended to make clear that the unnamed evil of which I
spoke was NOT you or ANY of the Gods.
Indeed, though my understanding compared to yours is as the mote to the
mountain, I understand that many may be confused between evil and darkness.
For the ignorant, all that they fear they term evil, and for many the
darkness is feared. So, lest these ignorant think my words were directed
at you, I included you in my statement.
For me the darkness is a thing of great joy and beauty. When the sun sets
my heart is gladdened. When it rises again my heart is equally delighted.
In truth, I spend such a great amount of my time in the sewers, that I
have grown fond of the comforting black and the attunement to sound that
it brings.
Honored that one of Your greatness would deign to read my poor scratchings,
Carathean
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Miraman, in the year 238 AF.