Written By Percephon
May 29, 2018, 9:32 p.m.(11/15/1008 AR)
I am afflicted with an addiction of curiosity. Whether because of a justifiable need to learn during those long days spend indoors or as an act of deliberate rebellion. No matter the motivation, I discovered that the addiction to pursue information - knowledge in all forms - relieved more than the just the physical pain of being ill. Soothed the emotional strain of being a constant disappointment. It provided purpose. Stimulated a mind that would have gone fallow and useless otherwise. Allowed me to felt free of the loneliness, discouragement, boredom. But because life is full of these conditions that prompt these kinds of feelings, I resort more and more often to my addiction. I wonder, when my limits present themselves -- will I be self-aware enough to resist or abstain on my own?
Written By Percephon
May 24, 2018, 7:53 p.m.(11/2/1008 AR)
Fundamentally, rhetorical speech is the art of persuasion, embracing all those verbal tricks, patterns and subtleties used to gain acceptance from an audience.
Written By Percephon
May 24, 2018, 11:58 a.m.(10/24/1008 AR)
A reflection on Reflections: Always try to see the other, non-obvious side of an issue. Question norms and collapse cliches. Offer opinion rather than obviousness. Look for ideas others miss, and try to miss ideas everyone embraces. Be plain in the face of complexity. Find complex ideas where others see them as simple. If an idea is widespread, overturn it. If no one believes an idea, show how it serves as the foundation for everything.
Written By Percephon
May 24, 2018, 3:03 a.m.(10/23/1008 AR)
A house, I know, is but a structure - but how delightful it is to find one to call home. One that has harmonious proportions and as pleasant an atmosphere as the one that I left. By night, it feels somehow changed by moonlight, when it shines through the opened window - into our quiet room. It affects me more than anywhere, elsewhere. An unassuming beauty. Personal things left carelessly lying about, giving the place an air of having been lived in. A home, not elaborately decorated, appeals because of those that inhabit it.
I think, sometimes, how could anything ever compare --
I worry, sometimes, that it's a moment that will turn into smoke.
I think, sometimes, how could anything ever compare --
I worry, sometimes, that it's a moment that will turn into smoke.
Written By Percephon
May 21, 2018, 8:41 p.m.(10/14/1008 AR)
I know many very smart people. It seems that, at times, even the most learn'ed can do utterly idiotic things. Be aware -- always -- of what you commit to these Journals.
Written By Percephon
May 19, 2018, 11:43 a.m.(10/9/1008 AR)
It has named itself.
From a book I was reading, although the author* appears to not be mentioned.
"The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition."
The Heart's Devotion.
[ * credit to Robert Frost. ]
From a book I was reading, although the author* appears to not be mentioned.
"The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean-
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition."
The Heart's Devotion.
[ * credit to Robert Frost. ]
Written By Percephon
May 17, 2018, 1:25 a.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Joscelin
"The Uncomfortable Affliction" does have a certain ring to it. I'll consider that name suggestion.
Written By Percephon
May 17, 2018, 1:23 a.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
Lastly:
The Filthy Sailor
The Impolite Cutlass
The Loyalty of the North
The Percephon's No Privateer
The Elusive
The Blasted Troll
I will also be accepting suggestions for names to call this new vessel of mine. If I should choose a name that someone else inspires, I think that I will gift that lucky individual with a painting.
The Filthy Sailor
The Impolite Cutlass
The Loyalty of the North
The Percephon's No Privateer
The Elusive
The Blasted Troll
I will also be accepting suggestions for names to call this new vessel of mine. If I should choose a name that someone else inspires, I think that I will gift that lucky individual with a painting.
Written By Percephon
May 17, 2018, 1:17 a.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
More names:
The 'It's Called A Ship'
The Scurvy Eel
The Savage Halfshav
The Grandiose Rambling Name
The Seasickness
The Crimson Cog
The Sanguine Treasure
The 'It's Called A Ship'
The Scurvy Eel
The Savage Halfshav
The Grandiose Rambling Name
The Seasickness
The Crimson Cog
The Sanguine Treasure
Written By Percephon
May 16, 2018, 10:27 p.m.(10/4/1008 AR)
I heard a muttering or two of something that I won. I won. I won't say what, naturally, because rumors are only as useful to me as a roll of used parchment. However, on my way to the Archives in order to pen this rather unexpected surprise, I considered a few names:
The Humongous Homage
The Impulsive Decision
The Snowball's Chance
The Uncle Arn, Boat Edition
The Best Present Ever
The Spring's Promise
The Humongous Homage
The Impulsive Decision
The Snowball's Chance
The Uncle Arn, Boat Edition
The Best Present Ever
The Spring's Promise
Written By Percephon
May 10, 2018, 6:16 p.m.(9/19/1008 AR)
"To know the world, to use the world, and to transform the world."
Written By Percephon
May 8, 2018, 7:53 p.m.(9/15/1008 AR)
I get ill. Often. Chronically, if the reader is curious. I have dealt with pangs of compassion, piteous looks, undisguised horror and the occasional dispassionate stare when I admit this. The usual emotions that healthy people will express in the face of constant sickness all seems like natural responses to this consistent awfulness - as being unwell is usually treated as a categorically negative experience. Health is linked to agency, efficiency, capability, possibility and freedom. Illness, by contrast, comes with restraint, loss, restriction, and fragility.
But, is there something valuable about sickness?
But, is there something valuable about sickness?
Written By Percephon
April 18, 2018, 1:53 a.m.(7/26/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Martin
After reading such a moving experience -- I look forward to the golden years.
Written By Percephon
April 17, 2018, 1:57 p.m.(7/25/1008 AR)
I remain a prisoner of my own curiosity. I start everywhere now - no longer specific - I'm not particular anymore. I ought to be. I ought to steer my interests back into an orderly path of progress. But, the need to /know/ is what traps me. It's what causes me to wander farther - farther away - pulled and pushed and squashed flat. Spread as thin as jam on bread. As thin as thawing ice across a pond. As thin as gilt on plated gold. As thin as a dishonest person's ethics.
Written By Percephon
April 15, 2018, 4:36 p.m.(7/22/1008 AR)
It's an intriguing idea - and one that I will need to consider the merits of. A protege. Likely not, as anyone that I took under my patronage would be (literally, perhaps) be drowning in homework. Reading lists. Experiments.
Written By Percephon
April 8, 2018, 10:52 p.m.(7/8/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Khanne
Wow. In the Whites? Cheeky.
Written By Percephon
March 21, 2018, 6:44 p.m.(5/25/1008 AR)
Headed north -- to go further North. Way North. FAR North. The plan is to lose a name in the process. Don't wish me luck. I might use it all up.
Written By Percephon
March 17, 2018, 7:35 p.m.(5/17/1008 AR)
Relationship Note on Eirlys
[ Added to the entry, the following has been carefully penned on parchment in flowing, almost delicate script: ]
All the world breathes as one with life,
In the endless skies and countles stars,
and wildflowers of infinite hue,
She is, I know, still alive here --everywhere --
In every wonderful thing surrounding us.
In every wonderful thing inside of you.
In every wonderful thing.
All the world breathes as one with life,
In the endless skies and countles stars,
and wildflowers of infinite hue,
She is, I know, still alive here --everywhere --
In every wonderful thing surrounding us.
In every wonderful thing inside of you.
In every wonderful thing.
Written By Percephon
March 10, 2018, 2:21 p.m.(5/3/1008 AR)
The slightest look at history will show how evanescent these Journals must seem. The collective talons of the city dig into the next topic with impunity before moving on just as quickly. We have taught ourselves to accommodate to a regime of thought laid down by the gods and started by our predecessors. All information is sacred. Everyone's story has importance. Those of us who are more robust and individual than others are encouraged to leave their words -- and find ways of educating others with the legacies you leave behind -- documenting your own prejudices and judgement. Remember, always, and all the time: that these Journals are being one of the only things that we have that are not molded and patterned to fit into the needs of our society.
Written By Percephon
March 7, 2018, 10:08 p.m.(4/26/1008 AR)
In the unlikely event that I see my immediate end on this turn of the Wheel, Scholar, there is a particular book that my nearest and dearest will find on my shelves. The properties of metal.
Please note that the scholars may take some time preparing your journal for others to read.