Post by dragonlord7012 on Jan 11, 2016 14:12:51 GMT
[Moved over from Daily Life @ MMM recomendation]
"Thirty five years old today, I curse my native tongue for its lack of eloquence, that i've had to move entirely to the human language.
The human merchant who came by was very helpful in that regard, where he picked up goblin I'll never know, but he was very helpful all the same, In a few months he had me at a level to read their books, and then sold me enough books to teach myself whatever words i may need. It is strange that i was the same age as the man who sold me them. Me ancient by goblin standards, and him in the middle of his life.
I buried my grudges though, they seem petulant and ill founded now. I've buried lots of things since my first vision.
The memory still is vivid in my mind and i've now the words to describe what i've seen. I hope you, my children who read this will take interest, I taught you to speak the human tongue, or at least have a passing knowledge. Hopefully you will use All that i pass on to you meaningfully...
I am not a scholar by nature, though i wish i where now. I was always far better at swinging a blade than studying lore. Yet i've dedicated most of my life to the latter. I suppose anything worth doing should be difficult.
My vision begins with my death. I died, or as i came close to it as a mortal can. And i saw it.
The beacon of light. I saw it, not with eyes, but i saw it all the same. A great living vessel, white hot with its shear mass and power, laying deep below me, a distance almost unfathomable. Thousands of threads more numerous than the sands upon the shoor, all branching out. Touching the surface, drawing into every living thing, to each blade of grass, to each fish that swims the river. To each bird that soars the air.
I saw my own thread whispy and drawing away and i felt myself going elsewhere.
And then i felt something happen, To this day, I still do not understand why.
My thread opened wider than anything and i awoke, sucking in the air as the snow melting on the hot ground all around me.
And with that breath of life i realized what it was i saw. The feeling as air entered my lungs was the same as when i felt the threads branching out, all life.
Because the sphere was life itself. It is the source of life. Simple and complex, even magical as i later found out, and as you may know, that part will come later.
This moment, this breath of life was the defining point in my existence. As it set me on my path to discovery..."
-Excerpt from the Journals of Darvin, Vol 1. (2nd edition)
"Thirty five years old today, I curse my native tongue for its lack of eloquence, that i've had to move entirely to the human language.
The human merchant who came by was very helpful in that regard, where he picked up goblin I'll never know, but he was very helpful all the same, In a few months he had me at a level to read their books, and then sold me enough books to teach myself whatever words i may need. It is strange that i was the same age as the man who sold me them. Me ancient by goblin standards, and him in the middle of his life.
I buried my grudges though, they seem petulant and ill founded now. I've buried lots of things since my first vision.
The memory still is vivid in my mind and i've now the words to describe what i've seen. I hope you, my children who read this will take interest, I taught you to speak the human tongue, or at least have a passing knowledge. Hopefully you will use All that i pass on to you meaningfully...
I am not a scholar by nature, though i wish i where now. I was always far better at swinging a blade than studying lore. Yet i've dedicated most of my life to the latter. I suppose anything worth doing should be difficult.
My vision begins with my death. I died, or as i came close to it as a mortal can. And i saw it.
The beacon of light. I saw it, not with eyes, but i saw it all the same. A great living vessel, white hot with its shear mass and power, laying deep below me, a distance almost unfathomable. Thousands of threads more numerous than the sands upon the shoor, all branching out. Touching the surface, drawing into every living thing, to each blade of grass, to each fish that swims the river. To each bird that soars the air.
I saw my own thread whispy and drawing away and i felt myself going elsewhere.
And then i felt something happen, To this day, I still do not understand why.
My thread opened wider than anything and i awoke, sucking in the air as the snow melting on the hot ground all around me.
And with that breath of life i realized what it was i saw. The feeling as air entered my lungs was the same as when i felt the threads branching out, all life.
Because the sphere was life itself. It is the source of life. Simple and complex, even magical as i later found out, and as you may know, that part will come later.
This moment, this breath of life was the defining point in my existence. As it set me on my path to discovery..."
-Excerpt from the Journals of Darvin, Vol 1. (2nd edition)
