Written By Cambria
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:57 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
A great philosopher once wrote that mankind's greatest invention is fanaticism. I should like to amend that. If it is not our greatest, then it is at least our most terrible. Once it is loose, it is not so easy to put back on its leash...at least not until it has run out of things to destroy.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:52 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
Always the Hunter
Never the hunted
The goal always in view
Dreaming again
To Dream anew
Never the hunted
The goal always in view
Dreaming again
To Dream anew
Written By Cambria
Nov. 15, 2020, 7:41 p.m.(5/22/1014 AR)
As a woman of the Lyceum, I found it delightfully refreshing to read concepts of what the Oathlanders call 'courtly love.' It almost makes me feel a novice in the art.
But only almost.
But only almost.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 15, 2020, 2:31 a.m.(5/21/1014 AR)
Ten years is not a long time in the life of Man. The older you get, the more you learn to appreciate this. Yet ten years ago from where we are today feels like a lifetime ago. I doubt anyone could have predicted where we would be at this point.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 12, 2020, 11:57 p.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Regret has a flavor and it is stale, and all the cups of wine in the world do nothing to wash it away.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:28 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
I have acquired dread knowledge the past few days:
You never want to be hit in the face with a cow.
Thick arms. Thicker thighs.
You never want to be hit in the face with a cow.
Thick arms. Thicker thighs.
Written By Cambria
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:24 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
It has taken me some time to put together my thoughts and feelings from the Mirror Masquerade recently passed, but at last I feel confident enough to do so. Whatever one may wish to say about the Eclipse of Mirrors, for me, there was quiet confirmation of something I had been long thinking over. To better understand, I must share a short story from my past.
There was, once upon a time, a young man of whom I greatly admired. He was of a higher station than myself, but we had always been cordial with one another, even friendly. I am not ashamed to say I would have liked more, but I could not admit it then. We spoke at my mother's funeral, and I found his aloofness extremely vexing. Why, I asked, could he not behave with me as when we were younger? Did we not know one another? Why the formality?
He answered simply that we were children no longer, and it was time to don the mask of liege; of Peer.
The answer wounded me, though I understood his meaning. For years I have lived by this. For years I have striven to live according to my role, for my House, for my people.
Yet for what feels like many months now, the question has harried my mind: am I not capable of being otherwise? Does Lagoma not teach us that change is part of life, that nothing is constant? After all, I am not the child I once was, yet I am still me. I am no longer Marquessa, but Duchess, and yet I am still me. Before I was Marquessa, I was Lady Cambria. And still I was me.
Then, that night, in a flash it came to me. So obvious. So simple.
I am the Hydra of Ostria. A creature of many faces. Should I lose one, two more will appear to replace it.
I am Duchess. Mother. Woman.
I was once a maid, and some day, I will be a crone.
Temptress. Lover. Friend.
Enemy. Rival. Stranger.
We live, we die.
We live.
Perhaps I am not who I once was, but I am still, and will always be me. Because we live, and is that not something to gladden the heart?
There was, once upon a time, a young man of whom I greatly admired. He was of a higher station than myself, but we had always been cordial with one another, even friendly. I am not ashamed to say I would have liked more, but I could not admit it then. We spoke at my mother's funeral, and I found his aloofness extremely vexing. Why, I asked, could he not behave with me as when we were younger? Did we not know one another? Why the formality?
He answered simply that we were children no longer, and it was time to don the mask of liege; of Peer.
The answer wounded me, though I understood his meaning. For years I have lived by this. For years I have striven to live according to my role, for my House, for my people.
Yet for what feels like many months now, the question has harried my mind: am I not capable of being otherwise? Does Lagoma not teach us that change is part of life, that nothing is constant? After all, I am not the child I once was, yet I am still me. I am no longer Marquessa, but Duchess, and yet I am still me. Before I was Marquessa, I was Lady Cambria. And still I was me.
Then, that night, in a flash it came to me. So obvious. So simple.
I am the Hydra of Ostria. A creature of many faces. Should I lose one, two more will appear to replace it.
I am Duchess. Mother. Woman.
I was once a maid, and some day, I will be a crone.
Temptress. Lover. Friend.
Enemy. Rival. Stranger.
We live, we die.
We live.
Perhaps I am not who I once was, but I am still, and will always be me. Because we live, and is that not something to gladden the heart?
Written By Cambria
Nov. 8, 2020, 6:10 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
It is difficult enough for people to say what they mean, but it is even more difficult, at least for some, to mean what they say.
Written By Cambria
July 19, 2020, 12:09 p.m.(9/8/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Hadrian
What is it that they say?
It's the thought that counts.
It's the thought that counts.
Written By Cambria
July 18, 2020, 9:48 p.m.(9/6/1013 AR)
There is no limiting principle to capturing the beauty and wonder of the creation of the gods.
Written By Cambria
July 12, 2020, 2:25 p.m.(8/22/1013 AR)
The unknown gentleman
Who used to sit outside our manor every day
Is missing without mention in any White.
Nameless,
Defying all
He has left his story unfinished.
Who used to sit outside our manor every day
Is missing without mention in any White.
Nameless,
Defying all
He has left his story unfinished.
Written By Cambria
June 27, 2020, 12:47 p.m.(7/20/1013 AR)
There has always been, and always will be, playacting in political life. (Or should I say political theater?) People will prefer to act out strong emotions and so forth for their own sake than aught else. At times, this mimicry is rather mild, while at others it is overpowering. Now that is not to say that every manifestation of feeling is false, rather it is that the temptation to act more passionately than one feels is common.
Written By Cambria
June 21, 2020, 2:28 a.m.(7/7/1013 AR)
Dreams are like the contrary songbird,
With wonders seen in the black nocturn,
Whose ineffable melody is sounded,
To a world dead to a bewitching sleep.
With wonders seen in the black nocturn,
Whose ineffable melody is sounded,
To a world dead to a bewitching sleep.
Written By Cambria
June 21, 2020, 1:30 a.m.(7/7/1013 AR)
The study of knowledge is a complicated subject.
Written By Cambria
June 13, 2020, 9:03 p.m.(6/20/1013 AR)
The Abyss was not built in a day, but language was an important auxiliary in its construction.
Written By Cambria
June 7, 2020, 1:08 p.m.(6/8/1013 AR)
I had this horrible dream about a bloody-thirsty potbellied goblin hobbling around after people. Well, it was horrible at the time. Now that I am awake, it is actually really amusing to recall.
Written By Cambria
May 31, 2020, 4:28 p.m.(5/22/1013 AR)
Sometimes, even the people you love best make you want to choke them in their sleep.
But because you would be lost without them you just stare broodily at them in silence while they are awake.
But because you would be lost without them you just stare broodily at them in silence while they are awake.
Written By Cambria
May 27, 2020, 4:23 p.m.(5/14/1013 AR)
If you live long enough, you come to realize how full of utter trash most people are. Indignant when others engage in behaviors they believe are wrong, they are nevertheless quite willing to ignore their own personal failings. More than that, once such failings are pointed out to them, people will insist, in their intractable delusion, that those things never even happened.
Written By Cambria
May 21, 2020, 6:23 p.m.(5/2/1013 AR)
Whether it is in the realm of commerce and industry, or that of politics, a leader should always strive to build a more stable foundation for those future generations whom they may never meet.
Written By Cambria
May 21, 2020, 6:20 p.m.(5/2/1013 AR)
A misleader is slow to work, especially to work hard, but quite quick to act upon avarice. They will seek to convince others that dishonest behavior creates outstanding wealth. Success should always call for greater generosity, but there are people - in the dark side of their pride - who will often treat it as a means to act on greater greed.
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