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A plea for wisdom
I beseech you, my elder peers, for your understanding. I have undertaken mine own first endeavours into the delving and shaping of the firmament, and lo they have borne fruit. The void is not void; the earth is laid bare and the waters running free; every beast and shoot from small to large has been and gone under the sun. I did foresee this, for I knew well the pitfalls of this path. Yet now, at this last juncture of mine efforts, my chosen fall short of my vision. They arise and flourish yet grow feeble and fail, undone and cast down by those for which I care little. I beg of you, what hath I wrought?
-A
Your words wax widely without keen-cutting quickness. Speak shortly and with wisdom. What ailment assails your extinguished exalted?
-B
Alas, they are laid low by garrulous beasts – of their ancestry I know little, for they grew beyond my sight. They are lesser in stature but many in number, and know of many ways most cunning to lay claim to the good bounty of my earth. They pen my chosen in their dens and light flame to choke them with smoke; they delve pits with which to trap and impale them upon great boughs; they lure them into the narrow passes of the mountains and hurl stones upon them, and upon victory they devour their flesh even though I have commanded that flesh be sacred. They believe I have forsaken them. What can be done?
-A
Smite them.
-C
Your words confound me, C. In what manner might such thing be manifested?
-A
Preordained your prideful pitfall; common your curse. You sought to secure strength in size and scale; made mockery the might of the meek many and murderous. Ponder their predation and amend your artifice: craft clear their cunning and sharpen their senses; with clever camouflage and dire distance layer their lairs to insult invasion.
-B
Plagues.
-C
Woe assails me, B, for I have already taken the course you so wisely recommend: the thickness of mine creations’ armour has been tripled; the fierceness of their fires redoubled. Now there are fewer of them than ever for they must feed day and night to fuel their furnaces, and the small hunt them in their mountain fastnessess to craft mighty armour and mighty tales from their downfalls. Take pity upon me, my brethren – if not for mine own sake, than that of my poor children.
C, I regret that your meaning yet flies forth from my grasp. How might a plague be used to strike as a weapon? Certainly these small swarming pests are beset with enough already that one more shall suffer them scarcely.
-A
Seemst thou hast placed thine faith and pride unto the weal of a manner of beast which art grand in stature and ferocity yet small in number and wits, which now fall prey unto the fierce manner of a foe most num’rous. Prithee, consider thus: is it not the case that thine love was’t misaimed? For what didst the greate beaste merit thine praise, for its grand horn or thick hide or great roar? Therefore how much greater in spirit must be the small and tremulous wretch’d of the earth who must, tho small in body, craft their own horn and hide from scavenged stone and wood and stand shoulder-to-shoulder to thwart a monster a thousand times their weight. Bestow thine gaze upon these little creatures thou despiseth, and they shalt reward you tenfold.
So shall it be.
-D
For the sake of sanity, I passionately plead D not to expound excruciatingly. New this needling is not.
-B
C, as I am the creator of all I survey, so too am I a part of it, and it a part of me, and so it is that I already must take great pride and find much love within all of my creations, yea even unto the least of them. But I do greatly admire mine very large scaly ones that do breathe flames as akin to the sun in the sky and cause the ground to quake as they walk, and I do wish them to be freed from the lesser beasts I wished for to be their daily bread.
B, your words speak of that which I know little. I yearn for enlightenment, yet find it not.
-A
Rivers of blood, hordes of frogs, gnats, flies, dying herds, boiling skin, hailstorms, locust swarms, night at day, kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.
-C
Heed the blandishments of the most cow’d and envious not, humble A, they spout lies as if their own tongues were serpents most foul and their eyes but hungry daggers aching for an innocent’s spine. I doth merely speak the smallest of truths that might be taken by one such as yourself in time of need and placed atop one another to form a bulwark of such comfort and security akin to keep even the foulest beastes afar from thy hearth.
It is from this place of warmth and love most eternal that I doth urge thee: throw aside all that thou didst value afore; tear the warmth from thine breast and hold it ablaze as a torch; if the sun of your creation doth protest shatter it in the heavens and let the yolk bleed rampant fission eternal o’er all the undeserving land! Yon humblest of works have proven themselves thy truest children – creators even, in a manner most miniscule – and merely wish you grant them love eternal. Smile unto them and watch as they gift you with sacrament and war as no shameful behemoth nor empty leviathan ever couldst dream!
So shall it be.
-D
D, your sermons for sociable sapients stink still.
-B
May thine crevices become rent and their hidden places be torn asunder and shown to the five winds of the four lands of the ends of the earth, B.
So shall it be.
-D
B and C, you speak of things of which I know not and of times of which I was not present. I pass no judgment upon you both, but yearn only that you might speak the wine of wisdom in mine presence, rather than permit the bitterness of the past to turn it to venomous vinegar.
B, I speak now as I have commanded and those commands are carven into the fabric of mine creation and into the depths of the earth and the pillars of the sky and the swirling currents of the seafloor.
I: I am the creator, and I have created much and it is Vast.
II: This Vastness is pleasing unto your creator and I wish that it be propagated upon this, mine creation.
III: Thou shalt encourage the Vast and be as the Vast therefore in my name.
These three commands are all that I wished for. Lo, you may now glimpse the fullness of my wishes, and how they are defied and defiled by these little creatures whom love me little.
I have wrought the talons upon mine children to be six times longer, that they might rend their foes and render them unto me. Alas, they now beseech me that they find great difficulty in moving and cleaning themselves. Existence need not be suffering, if only they might comprehend the beauty of the gifts I lend unto them.
-A
Rivers
of
BLOOD
-C
HORDES
of
FROGS
-C
Wisdom you waive; advice asked for and ill-absorbed. Deeper you delve into dead-end dreams. D is deserved.
-B
GNATS
-C
FLIES
-C
B bespeaks harshly, yet I say thee this: remember’d is the time whenst they didst spake entire in iambic heptameter.
So shall it be.
-D
DYING HERDS
-C
Consume my ####
-B
BOILING SKIN
-C
HAILSTORMS
-C
Prithee partake unto mine %%%, thou least-worm.
-D
LOCUST SWARMS
-C
NIGHT. AT. DAY.
-C
Friends, do not become divided by the trifles of the day when matters of eternity are present for the considering: I have granted Vastness to the power of ten and tenfold again unto mine children. Alas, they are now battling against gravity itself. How might I arraign such a force without sending mine celestial spheres topsy-turvy?
-A
KILL THEM
-C
KILL THEM
-C
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