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Here I will post the philosophies of Lazarus, as written down in books online.
Book One; The truth of sand
a treatise on life and the bigger picture.
The truth in sand is much more than meets the eye. In fact, it is the very perception of sand that may put an untrained mind on the wrong path to finding the truth behind the tiny grains. For they are particles of something much bigger. Unseen by many, lost in time, is the way sand comes into being. Is sand not a tiny part of a pebble? Is gravel in turn not a small bit of rock? And is a rock not that which falls off a cliff? And is a cliff not attached to a mountain? When we stroll in deserts like the ones around Sanardu, it is easy for us to forget the truth of sand. Which is that sand equals a mountain. What is a dune, but sand longing for its ancestral form? Sand is but the tooth of time made visible.
If the mountains are as old as time itself, then so is sand. Imagine the human life; Born as a baby, grown into a toddler, continued as a child. The child becomes an adolescent and in turn becomes an adult, to decline into old age and then; to die. That is what time does to our substance, but it does not do the same to all substances known in Altera. Let's come closer to the truth of sand and lay it out across the vast realm of time. Let us start in the beginning then: To regard the life of stone and compare it to the human life.
It starts as a mountain, worn in time by water to break into bits of rocks, to break further to gravel, to sand. Sand is just as much stone as a brick is, yet we tend to regard it all differently. Sand can be used and forged into glass. When seeing through glass, we are literally seeing through a substance that is as old as time itself. What do we see in the late nights when our thoughts trail off and our eyesight blurry, but a reflection of our current selves, yet not truly us, because reflected by a surface shaped in time and molded by our mortal hands.
Mountains do not die, the end of their life cycle is to become sand. The end of our own life cycle is to become one with the earth once more, and be the source of new life. If mountains stay mountains, yet divided in particles. Then what is life but grains of sand of a much larger whole? To what are we the particles that once made up a much grander whole? What is this grander whole and what is the force that has driven it to degrade into single particles of life, to which we so desperately cling and which we hope to have some form of subliminal meaning? Think of our lives as grains of sand and it loses much of its meaning. But look beyond that and hypothesize; what was this bigger thing that we all were a part of? We were once whole, all of us together, to create a mountain of life.
By Lazarus Snowbeard, philosopher, academic, librarian.
Book One; The truth of sand
a treatise on life and the bigger picture.
The truth in sand is much more than meets the eye. In fact, it is the very perception of sand that may put an untrained mind on the wrong path to finding the truth behind the tiny grains. For they are particles of something much bigger. Unseen by many, lost in time, is the way sand comes into being. Is sand not a tiny part of a pebble? Is gravel in turn not a small bit of rock? And is a rock not that which falls off a cliff? And is a cliff not attached to a mountain? When we stroll in deserts like the ones around Sanardu, it is easy for us to forget the truth of sand. Which is that sand equals a mountain. What is a dune, but sand longing for its ancestral form? Sand is but the tooth of time made visible.
If the mountains are as old as time itself, then so is sand. Imagine the human life; Born as a baby, grown into a toddler, continued as a child. The child becomes an adolescent and in turn becomes an adult, to decline into old age and then; to die. That is what time does to our substance, but it does not do the same to all substances known in Altera. Let's come closer to the truth of sand and lay it out across the vast realm of time. Let us start in the beginning then: To regard the life of stone and compare it to the human life.
It starts as a mountain, worn in time by water to break into bits of rocks, to break further to gravel, to sand. Sand is just as much stone as a brick is, yet we tend to regard it all differently. Sand can be used and forged into glass. When seeing through glass, we are literally seeing through a substance that is as old as time itself. What do we see in the late nights when our thoughts trail off and our eyesight blurry, but a reflection of our current selves, yet not truly us, because reflected by a surface shaped in time and molded by our mortal hands.
Mountains do not die, the end of their life cycle is to become sand. The end of our own life cycle is to become one with the earth once more, and be the source of new life. If mountains stay mountains, yet divided in particles. Then what is life but grains of sand of a much larger whole? To what are we the particles that once made up a much grander whole? What is this grander whole and what is the force that has driven it to degrade into single particles of life, to which we so desperately cling and which we hope to have some form of subliminal meaning? Think of our lives as grains of sand and it loses much of its meaning. But look beyond that and hypothesize; what was this bigger thing that we all were a part of? We were once whole, all of us together, to create a mountain of life.
By Lazarus Snowbeard, philosopher, academic, librarian.
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