Posturing and Pontificating.

Galadrielto Arikarr D'Malachia


As entertaining as your little homily was, I thought I'd offer another.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a people so utterly convinced

of their innate superiority, their utter perfection, their right to exist and rule

that they took upon themselves a plan. They vowed to enslave the world to their

Master race.

In the fullness of time, thes people achieved some success, having planned

and built for themselves an impressive might. But lo... despite their great strength

and their crushing of 'lesser beings' they grew to become too arrogant and ambitious.

Other peoples banded together... and in the end this once great and powerful beast

lay in ashes... supplicating for mercy at the hands of her former foes.

Time is a wheel, what goes around comes around... and you might remember that posturing

and pontification is well and good when you sit in a seat of power. But you might not

want to have those lovely speeches in the minds of the people when their bootheels are

on your back... or if you lie in a ditch, covered in oil, while they hold the matches.


Written by my hand on the 24th of Midsummer, in the year 1103.