Sublime

An unpredictable “luck of the draw” plays its part in who we are. In Plato this random cause was named Ananke; the formidable goddess of necessity, she defied reason and, in Plato’s myth, governed the lots our souls selected. And it was called Tyche and Moira, who are personifications of fate. From Roman times into the Renaissance this principle

Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

Yet it was nothing new. It had been like this at some point in every civilization and on every continent. There were human jackals for every human disaster.

“It’s a sorry story you have there, a story of hopelessness and futility, a story in which there is literally nothing to be done. Man is flawed, so he keeps on screwing up what should be paradise, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You don’t know how to live so as to stop screwing up paradise, and there’s nothing you can do about that. So

Hope! he thought again. I belong to the Church of the Survivor. It has only one prime commandment. Survive.

When we deem our social destiny entirely self-directed and our personal lives self-made, we lose any sense of participating in a collective myth larger than ourselves.

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.

Fuera designio de Tanavast o no, han pasado milenios sin que Rayse haya tomado la vida de otro de los dieciséis. Aunque lloro por el gran sufrimiento que Rayse ha causado, no creo que pudiéramos esperar un resultado mejor que este.