Regardless of fortune, if a
creature survives long enough,
the time will eventually come
to digress. The only real fortune
exists not within his experience,
but within his hope that his
experience will be sustained
and expounded upon by a voice
even more powerful or profound
or meaningful than his own.
Such a creature can not expect
to find any comfort or completeness
or satisfaction in anything
he has shown, but might expect
instead to finish his time discovering
vulnerabilities he has never
known. Just as wood turns to
ashes and ashes to dust and
dust into wood again, any words
he knew which might have changed
the course of time will soon
belong to another more powerful
beast so that they can be said
again, and heard again, until
it is time for that beast to
digress as well, and the words
can be repeated from the beginning.
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