Some thoughts of no import

“Before the third sun had set on the plain of Kyip, there was a beast. Many people were greatly bothered by the beast and its ways. It seemed to them a threat and a menace. They sharpened their sticks and beat their drums, and warriors from each village under the wall of stars came to meet at the beast’s den to answer the call of the great gathering. But though the drum was beaten, and the challenge called, and the stars fell beyond the third sun, the beast was nowhere to be seen. But the men were gathered and primed, and could not so easily be dispersed. There was an elder there, at the beast’s den, one of the men of the days before the first sun. He spoke to Ghorino and begged of him to quiet the hearts of the warriors, to cool their spirits and to guide them home. Ghorino of course granted the elder’s final wish, and not the first two. The river men had taken the deserted villages, the furs and the meats and the women all. The warriors turned back at once when they heard of this. Th

  “Burning bush and soiled skies hold up the dream. But the dream has been whisked away, earthwards, downwards, into the ashen eyes of the south. None will wonder, even imagine that a thought could stray such. In time, as all things, men shall do just that, and think it commonplace.” Excerpt from the Eiseneye prophecies, the litany of days to come, second standard edition.   “I have had occasion to read that literature of the barbarians. It has been an enlightening experience; one I recommend to those reading this statement in any time and place. I have looked at prophecies and futures as though I have never heard of them, and find myself appreciating both the artistry, and perhaps the flaws. My colleagues may shy away from me or attempt to reinterpret my words, and most importantly this admission, but the keen of mind shall ever discern both the meaning of my words and the meaning of my advice. There is nought to fear when we know the future, least of all from ourselves and our