(page is torn)ious, yet you complain that I am driving you mad? It is not my ideas (that are) at fault, but your limited mortal ability to comprehend them. You call yourself a philosopher!? Even in your new kingdom
of the padded room you cannot resist reading what I write. You began this correspondence
and I have come to enjoy it. No matter that your wife cannot see the ink, you know that I am still teaching you, beloved student.
Really, everything I have shown you makes sense; you just aren't giving it
Take the matter of truth: What nonsense for mortals to fret so much over it. Some things are true because they really happened, some because they have truth in
them, and some are made to be true even after the fact. Its all relative, sir. A man may as well begin a novel with the words "I never wrote this book." What nonsense! What genius!
The tale of the ice dogs, for example, is true only in the land of Trahern
on the day of the festival of Vicli. For on that day they all celebrate Viclis
glorious victory over the dogs, and even though such a thing may not have actually happened it is nonetheless made TRUE by
the celebration, and by the truth of the Trahernians continual struggle against the cold winter, and by the reality of a dog-shaped
pastry you can devour with your own teeth!
Other things become true because we want them to be, or because we fear them. I know that you fear that rats will infest your home, eat your grain stores, nibble
your toes at night. If you fear it enough it may come to pass, given your association
with my kind. Be careful. Dont think
about rats! Dont think about rats!
Some tales and histories are true because so many mortals have learned them,
or because those who heard them told were convinced, or because they seem to have a sort of poetic justice to them. An ebon forest guarded by a woodsman with a magical axe cannot come into existence overnight just because
some part-time-poet on Arinth wrote about it, but the pen I scribe this with is made of a wood blacker than the dreams of
a blind man.
Yes, yes, I know what you will ask next.
Its uncanny, isnt it? What about things that were always real? True before mortal tampering and the tyranny of ideas mucked about with our realms? Well some things are true and never change, but people are too short sighted to know many of those tales.
There is the tale of the
first of us, and that of our mother, but those aren't for your puny ears. You aren't ready yet. Most of the oldest
stories aren't pretty, but at the same time they are beautiful. There is also the story of the one who rebelled against
those who once ruled over us, and how she was punished and imprisoned. All her powers were taken from her and dispersed,
but in their arrogance they missed one small thing, for it did not occur to them that one of her nature would have affinity
with mortality and what lies beyond it. It had been the least of her powers in those times, but from her prison (page