Written By Sparte
Oct. 6, 2019, 1:46 p.m.(12/18/1011 AR)
A child makes promises never knowing what the future will bring. A parent accepts them, knowing in time they will be broken, because that they would be made at all is still beautiful. Yet the breaking of those promises still brings regret to both.
I think on the promises I made as a younger man, and with the passing of years I see why others were hesitant to take them. So I made those promises to myself. I wonder how keeping them has changed me.
I think on the promises I made as a younger man, and with the passing of years I see why others were hesitant to take them. So I made those promises to myself. I wonder how keeping them has changed me.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 30, 2019, 9:47 a.m.(12/6/1011 AR)
Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere.
Bad ideas always were fashionable.
Bad ideas always were fashionable.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 29, 2019, 11:28 a.m.(12/4/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Sina
The challenges we face havn't been the ones of our own choosing lately. Knowing I wasn't the only one to rise up and help people when they needed it, that meant a lot to me. I am honored to have stood alongside you.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 21, 2019, 11:49 p.m.(11/17/1011 AR)
Dame Tom has gone missing, probably trying to find a spot to nest for the next litter. If anyone sees her please let me know.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 19, 2019, 11:53 a.m.(11/12/1011 AR)
It is just a simple candle lantern. There are better ones out there, finer made as well.
Yet, I know where the glass for the panes were made. I know where the iron was mined and which shop wrought it for the frame. I know who added the small brass panel in the top for me, and where that brass came from too. I get the candles for it myself, knowing how the wax was made and what the wicks have been made from. I could tell you how long the candle would burn lit with a regular flame or from lagoma's shrine, even if it were partially burnt already.
Details. Just little details. Small bits of trivia to most, but they're details I find value in. I don't know as much about all of the things I own as my candle lantern, but I try to. I wonder if others are the same way.
Yet, I know where the glass for the panes were made. I know where the iron was mined and which shop wrought it for the frame. I know who added the small brass panel in the top for me, and where that brass came from too. I get the candles for it myself, knowing how the wax was made and what the wicks have been made from. I could tell you how long the candle would burn lit with a regular flame or from lagoma's shrine, even if it were partially burnt already.
Details. Just little details. Small bits of trivia to most, but they're details I find value in. I don't know as much about all of the things I own as my candle lantern, but I try to. I wonder if others are the same way.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 10, 2019, 10:57 p.m.(10/23/1011 AR)
When life overwhelms I try to see it as an opportunity to deepen my whelm.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 10, 2019, 1:21 p.m.(10/22/1011 AR)
How can you mend a broken object without first knowing how it was made?
How can you rewrite a song without first knowing what music is?
There must always be the first person to try to do something. Craftsmanship and Art, both are the domain of Jayus. All started someplace, somehow.
That first person to venture forth, that pathfinder, did something impossible. They did something that had never been imagined before. Maybe many people imagined the same thing all on their own. Imagine if a thousand souls today all had the same idea, and all made it true each by themselves. A wonder yet greater.
Then, inevitably, objects break. From wear, from rust, from the simple passage of time. Songs that have been sung too many times grow old, stale, ordinary. This, too, is taught by Jayus with the shattering of the shrine each year to raise a new one. That creation is a cycle.
Where then do those who go back and make the old new again fall? The first to mend the broken, the first to weave new emotion into old music. I believe all would agree what they achieved is different from creating something new, albeit similar.
I wonder if there is a new answer to that question. Or, will it just be a rephrasing of an older answer?
How can you rewrite a song without first knowing what music is?
There must always be the first person to try to do something. Craftsmanship and Art, both are the domain of Jayus. All started someplace, somehow.
That first person to venture forth, that pathfinder, did something impossible. They did something that had never been imagined before. Maybe many people imagined the same thing all on their own. Imagine if a thousand souls today all had the same idea, and all made it true each by themselves. A wonder yet greater.
Then, inevitably, objects break. From wear, from rust, from the simple passage of time. Songs that have been sung too many times grow old, stale, ordinary. This, too, is taught by Jayus with the shattering of the shrine each year to raise a new one. That creation is a cycle.
Where then do those who go back and make the old new again fall? The first to mend the broken, the first to weave new emotion into old music. I believe all would agree what they achieved is different from creating something new, albeit similar.
I wonder if there is a new answer to that question. Or, will it just be a rephrasing of an older answer?
Written By Sparte
Sept. 6, 2019, 1:45 p.m.(10/14/1011 AR)
Excommunicated Coin
What a curious phrase when you think about it. As if the coin itself was no longer welcome as currency.
I wonder if any coins ever /have/ been excommunicated? Perhaps some with the faces of rulers who were deemed terrible, like Kinsbane. Perhaps the only person to be so shunned in modern society was Abbas, but no coins I know of ever bore his likeness to know how they would be treated.
That would be an odd thing to find one day. A cache of coins none could spend because the mark upon them was so reviled. A sort of fool's gold.
Though, memories are shorter than they should be. Greed is a powerful force, and a melted coin looks no different from any other. I doubt many such coins would have survived to today, if ever there were any at all.
What a curious phrase when you think about it. As if the coin itself was no longer welcome as currency.
I wonder if any coins ever /have/ been excommunicated? Perhaps some with the faces of rulers who were deemed terrible, like Kinsbane. Perhaps the only person to be so shunned in modern society was Abbas, but no coins I know of ever bore his likeness to know how they would be treated.
That would be an odd thing to find one day. A cache of coins none could spend because the mark upon them was so reviled. A sort of fool's gold.
Though, memories are shorter than they should be. Greed is a powerful force, and a melted coin looks no different from any other. I doubt many such coins would have survived to today, if ever there were any at all.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 4, 2019, 10:47 a.m.(10/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Jyri
Lord Jyri rose up from what the Compact would consider nothing. A prodigal who bent the knee and has since dedicated himself to good works, but not on his own behalf.
He serves the Compact through the Iron Guard, and I have witnessed him in battle myself. He displayed valor in the face of death that few are capable of, winning the day when many would have faltered and failed.
He further gives of himself and his good fortune to help others in need, dedicating time, energy, and finances towards endeavors to bring up those who would follow in his footsteps. Prodigals seeking to better themselves and the Compact in the process.
May his contributions never be doubted, and may all those who think to insult him on the basis of his origins take the time to inspect their own contributions first.
He serves the Compact through the Iron Guard, and I have witnessed him in battle myself. He displayed valor in the face of death that few are capable of, winning the day when many would have faltered and failed.
He further gives of himself and his good fortune to help others in need, dedicating time, energy, and finances towards endeavors to bring up those who would follow in his footsteps. Prodigals seeking to better themselves and the Compact in the process.
May his contributions never be doubted, and may all those who think to insult him on the basis of his origins take the time to inspect their own contributions first.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 4, 2019, 10:43 a.m.(10/10/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Reese
There are many who have changed in the time I've known them in Arx. People who have grown or wilted.
Princess Reese has been through many trials that I cannot imagine were deserved, and the recognition I believe she deserves for her accomplishments have not always been offered. Yet in the time I have known her she has managed to weather this and continue to grow. A bold pink flower that refuses to wilt on any battlefield.
I am honored to know her and look forward to seeing her story continue. May it be an inspiration to others who will boldly stand and define themselves.
Princess Reese has been through many trials that I cannot imagine were deserved, and the recognition I believe she deserves for her accomplishments have not always been offered. Yet in the time I have known her she has managed to weather this and continue to grow. A bold pink flower that refuses to wilt on any battlefield.
I am honored to know her and look forward to seeing her story continue. May it be an inspiration to others who will boldly stand and define themselves.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 3, 2019, 1:36 p.m.(10/8/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
I did not hear the blasphemy where Elisha claimed to be a prophet, nor the blasphemy where they claimed to be the voice of Aion. I do not even know if those are their own words or the rumors of others. Yet I did hear their imagination on display and the spinning of their ideas, both in person and in the whites. It is hard to miss them when your name is a part of the commentary. Somewhere along the way that imagination crossed a line between daydreams and ramblings and became heresy.
I can't say I'm surprised by the decision of the faith regarding Elisha. I don't believe it surprised any others who have met and spoken with Elisha, either.
I will always think highly of Elisha's creativity, but as with any gift there is responsibility in how it is used. I recognize that actions have consequences. I hope these consequences are ones he is prepared to face, and he will find his way.
I can't say I'm surprised by the decision of the faith regarding Elisha. I don't believe it surprised any others who have met and spoken with Elisha, either.
I will always think highly of Elisha's creativity, but as with any gift there is responsibility in how it is used. I recognize that actions have consequences. I hope these consequences are ones he is prepared to face, and he will find his way.
Written By Sparte
Sept. 1, 2019, 10:10 p.m.(10/5/1011 AR)
Nearing twenty three years of age. Soon I'll have spent more time in Arx than I did with my parents. I don't quite know what to feel about that.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 25, 2019, 10:31 a.m.(9/18/1011 AR)
I've been volunteering at one of the shops, trying to make good on a favor I've asked of the owner. It has really opened my eyes to how little I understood her trade before. I don't believe this is going to inspire me to turn over another leaf in my life, to walk the road of doing what she does. It does give me an appreciation for things I never knew I was failing to appreciate, though.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 16, 2019, 9 p.m.(9/1/1011 AR)
Relationship Note on Elisha
A blessing or a curse is in the way you look at a thing.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 14, 2019, 1:16 p.m.(8/24/1011 AR)
I said this opinion at a recent gathering of The Salon, and I feel it bears repeating.
The gods are something we aspire towards, but they are not our destination.
The gods are something we aspire towards, but they are not our destination.
Written By Sparte
Aug. 2, 2019, 10:18 a.m.(7/28/1011 AR)
The pregnancy of Dame Tom has been confirmed. The estimate was 2-3 weeks until she gives birth. For those who were inquiring.
Written By Sparte
July 31, 2019, 11:09 p.m.(7/25/1011 AR)
It is very exciting to finally find someone who can do a thing you never knew how to find a person to do. Maybe you always wanted a particular carving but the wood you wanted took special technique, or you wanted to know how to juggle knives and nobody who claimed to know how had all ten fingers. Then suddenly you hear the rumor you needed and find that person.
For me, it was a story. A tale I wanted to hear that I couldn't no matter how hard I listened. Now I'll be able to hear it. With some work, of course. Perhaps not with my own ears. I'm alright with that.
I hope it is a story I can do justice. I feel a responsibility to try.
For me, it was a story. A tale I wanted to hear that I couldn't no matter how hard I listened. Now I'll be able to hear it. With some work, of course. Perhaps not with my own ears. I'm alright with that.
I hope it is a story I can do justice. I feel a responsibility to try.
Written By Sparte
July 28, 2019, 11:19 p.m.(7/19/1011 AR)
The path ahead and behind both feel so important to me. Where I've been, where I will be. Yet I try not to only see my own path, but the paths of others.
I notice people who fixate on where they're going and have a destination. Yet, beyond that they have no idea what they will do or where they will go.
A path that stops.
Then there are those who are looking backwards so hard that they may as well be walking backwards.
Those who look but never take a step out of fear of it being the wrong path.
I expect, given the nature of the whites, someone to expect some condemnation here. That is usually how these things go, is it not? Someone writes about a point of view that is self-reinforcing, so they have a mighty mountain from which to level vague judgment on others.
All of those paths are human, arn't they? At the end of the day they're all positions any one of us may have been in. Due to different family, different opportunities, a sliver of different fortunes in our lives.
I don't quite know what all of it means. Perhaps I'm not meant to, perhaps no one is. A strange sort of tapestry, the little choices and coincidences that make up our lives. We all see the big ones, or think we do. What weight does a little choice sometimes carry?
As I try to wind this entry and my thoughts to a close, I wonder at what the wind would say if I asked it what it thought of a person's day.
I notice people who fixate on where they're going and have a destination. Yet, beyond that they have no idea what they will do or where they will go.
A path that stops.
Then there are those who are looking backwards so hard that they may as well be walking backwards.
Those who look but never take a step out of fear of it being the wrong path.
I expect, given the nature of the whites, someone to expect some condemnation here. That is usually how these things go, is it not? Someone writes about a point of view that is self-reinforcing, so they have a mighty mountain from which to level vague judgment on others.
All of those paths are human, arn't they? At the end of the day they're all positions any one of us may have been in. Due to different family, different opportunities, a sliver of different fortunes in our lives.
I don't quite know what all of it means. Perhaps I'm not meant to, perhaps no one is. A strange sort of tapestry, the little choices and coincidences that make up our lives. We all see the big ones, or think we do. What weight does a little choice sometimes carry?
As I try to wind this entry and my thoughts to a close, I wonder at what the wind would say if I asked it what it thought of a person's day.
Written By Sparte
July 28, 2019, 8:51 a.m.(7/18/1011 AR)
Dame Tom has been acting peculiar lately. I really should have someone from the Lodge take a look at her, I'm worried she might be pregnant again. I have no idea what I'd do with a second litter of stoatlets.
Written By Sparte
July 17, 2019, 9:45 a.m.(6/24/1011 AR)
If I had to be a flower, I suppose I'd be one of those bugs that pretend they're a flower. You thought I was a flower? Aha, but in reality I am a butterfly! And then I guess I'd flap away awkwardly. Seems accurate to life.
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