Musings
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What is mortality?
What defines us as mortals; as sentient beings?
What makes us so much different from rocks or plants, from this sword in my hand or golems or any other tools.
It is our free will. It is our ability to think. It is our freedom.
A stone is bound by the laws of nature, as are plants. They function in the way the gods have designed and they do not stray from that path in life. A rock cannot choose to become something more; it cannot decide where it is moved or what it is used for. A plant cannot change what type it is, move to another place if it so wishes, it simply does as nature intends.
A sword is at the whims of the user. In the hands of a kind soul it will do great things, while it can do inexcusable horrors in the hands of an extremist that is evil. A golem follows what it was intended to do, it is programmed, it is a slave to its master.
But a human! A human can choose. Can think. Can change! They are able to look at situations and judge, not just with their mind but their hearts. They can rise to the highest of highs and sink to the lowest of lows all on their own thoughts and choices. They are tools but instead the ones that use them, to wield them, to bind them to their thought; this ability to reason, to think, to choose. This is what makes us mortals; it is what makes us human. Without it we are no different then a rock, then a golem, then a simple tool.
I see friends on the other sides, I see people I cared for at one time, I see a bard that in my heart I believed would be the next bardic leader of these lands; but above it all, I see slaves. I see things that do not live, that do not think, that do not reason. They believe they have thought, but it is no more then what a golem has. They believe they have free will, but it is no more free than that of the blade in the hands of a crazed zealot. They are no longer themselves, and what pains me the most is it not themselves that is the danger.
It is what turned these people into tools and now uses them that is the danger.
It is that which my hatred is now for.
I do not hate those of the collective. I pity for them, for they have given over their mortality, their humanity, because they were deceived. May the gods have mercy on their souls if they should ever escape from the crystals, for I like to hope that at least in the end they will find peace and the chance to be mortal at least once more.
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kinda makes me glad I ain't human…all that pressure....
