Good day Sapiens,

Having spent the past few days studying these public scrolls, I cannot help but to remark on the irony of any argument made against Chaos written in a mortal tongue. I am but an Undergraduate of Ashtan, and even I know language is an inherently chaotic, fluctuating, inconsistent practice. You cannot truly believe that 'good', 'evil', 'nature', or 'profit' has the same meaning now as it did 400 years ago. These things - not the concept themselves, but the WORDS which you are using - are defined by mortals, and are as ephemeral and chaotic as the people who utter them. You cannot profess that you believe Ayar spoke Achaean.

Do you truly think that you are who you were 100 years ago? Unless you are an indestructible stone statue, I believe you know this not to be true. Every time you eat, the fiery Chaos in your belly works to absorb the matter into your own corporeal form, changing you. Every time you blink, you are now a new person who has blinked once more than the previous person who existed a few moments ago. Every time you speak, the words have different meaning, thanks to the chaotic nature of peoples and cultures.

As entropy is unstoppable and Oblivion is inevitable, I do not cause myself too much mental stress in expectation of any argument actually convincing or converting any of you. Instead, I highly encourage any who claim to strive against Chaos to lock yourselves alone in a dark room, hold perfectly still, and try not to think any complex thoughts. This is the greatest act against Chaos you could possibly accomplish, and at the same time this silence would perhaps be the greatest service you can provide your fellow Sapiens.

Chaos Reigns,


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Mayan, in the year 881 AF.