

On ImmortalityOn ImmortalityOn Immortality
Immortality to the Homeric hero wasnt the immortality our society has familiarized us with. To the Homeric hero, immortality would be the remembrance of an ideal; the deification of oneself as a concept rather than the memory of the person as they were. We can see that the heroes of Homeric legend have achieved practical apotheosis; that is, they have just as much fame as the gods of Olympus; however, to compare them to the status of a god while they have been alive would be reckless ate. That is why they are remembered after they have done a deed worthy of remembrance: Winning a war, killing a


Ivory Tower: Chapt. 3The innkeeper, who had started to doze off at his desk, was wide awake when Roisin barged into the building. He had a small kitchen knife extended out in front of him, though his hands were quivering with fear. Git back and outta meh Inn! I-Im warnin ya!Ivory Tower: Chapt. 3
Prin durere, va muri. Roisin walked forward before she said it, swiping the knife out of his hand with some invisible force. Placing her right index finger on her forehead, she laughed when the final word escaped her mouth.
The mans face contorted into pain and he fell to the ground, though her finger neve


The Ivory tower: Chapt. 2Groaning as he opened his eyes, Pascal looked around. He ran a hand through his coppery brown hair, before realizing he was laying down beneath a tree, a dirt, but comfortably cold ground beneath him. Alistair? Alistair are you there? He stood up and dusted off his brown trousers.The Ivory tower: Chapt. 2
Im right here. I brought you some water, you should drink it. Alistair tossed a small leather sack at Pascal. Water could be heard sloshing around in it as it flew through the air.
Thanks. Pascal brought the water to his mouth and drank it. It was cold, sharply so, unlike the water they drank at t


The Ivory Tower: Chapt. 1Aodh, what are you doing!?The Ivory Tower: Chapt. 1
Ixghel! The cry boomed across the hallway and a bright flash of red light followed. The tapestries erupted in flame as the blinding light flew past them. Gabriel was struck dead-on in the chest by the light, his flesh bubbling and burning before being lit aflame, not even giving him a second to scream.
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No, no, no, but really, did you finish last nights research? Pascal laughed between his words, his best friend Alistair walking beside him. The two were only Silvers, though they were quickly working their way to the rank of a Golden-
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I also don't have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person. From what I can tell, either way, you're screwed. Bad people are punished by society's laws, and good people are punished by Murphy's Law. So you see my dilemma.
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Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Eichendorff, "Mondnacht"
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John 15:13
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.
The Long And Cold Night.... Is Only Darkest Before The Dawn
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I also don't have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person. From what I can tell, either way, you're screwed. Bad people are punished by society's laws, and good people are punished by Murphy's Law. So you see my dilemma.
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Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.
Eichendorff, "Mondnacht"
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