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baloonworld) wrote2003-04-30 03:48 pm
baloonworld) wrote2003-04-30 03:48 pm
the parable of the roads
Once there was a preist of chaos, who strayed from the winding and branching path [2] long had he walked the plains and the mountains [6] when he saw before him a broard streight highway on which there were many people travling [9] to their destination [O] he was old and tired and welcomed the thought of a destination [2]
'there perhaps, I can find rest [nark, 14]' he said
That night he had a terible dream, warning himof his error [7a], but he ignored it, saying
'rabbits are not to be trusted in matters of the spirit, why then in matters of naviagation?'[20 1]
In the city all men wore gray robes that had once been brightly coloured, and this was pleasing to the eye, for the colours had run; and the enthropy of the system had increased and was increasing [4H] Also there were many great temples to the gods [6f] tended reverently by preists. amoungst them was a follower of Duke Arinoch of Chaos, who is a decent enough god, although a little stuffy for my liking [22 8] and he spoke thus to the faithless priest
'did you get to this city by the streight boring highway, or by another, more zany path?'
and he hung his head in shame, and spoke not. [iib]
and so they cast him from the fellowship of chaos, for he was a boring old man, for the path he had walked was largly alagorical.
Much of the fellowship of chaos did not know this, for the memo got lost [19] and thus did the old preist have hope that he could leave the city with no one the wiser [23jh]. but the light was gone from his eyes, and the deranged creativity from his mind, and he used his powers in a predicatable manner.
'there perhaps, I can find rest [nark, 14]' he said
That night he had a terible dream, warning himof his error [7a], but he ignored it, saying
'rabbits are not to be trusted in matters of the spirit, why then in matters of naviagation?'[20 1]
In the city all men wore gray robes that had once been brightly coloured, and this was pleasing to the eye, for the colours had run; and the enthropy of the system had increased and was increasing [4H] Also there were many great temples to the gods [6f] tended reverently by preists. amoungst them was a follower of Duke Arinoch of Chaos, who is a decent enough god, although a little stuffy for my liking [22 8] and he spoke thus to the faithless priest
'did you get to this city by the streight boring highway, or by another, more zany path?'
and he hung his head in shame, and spoke not. [iib]
and so they cast him from the fellowship of chaos, for he was a boring old man, for the path he had walked was largly alagorical.
Much of the fellowship of chaos did not know this, for the memo got lost [19] and thus did the old preist have hope that he could leave the city with no one the wiser [23jh]. but the light was gone from his eyes, and the deranged creativity from his mind, and he used his powers in a predicatable manner.
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