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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yair" data-source="post: 1691094" data-attributes="member: 10913">Interesting. I am currently working on fleshing out the Elan race (XPH, and of course RSRD). This is an interesting way to think about the race, let me try to see what I can drum up.Mind you, this will be quite a different style… I think I’ll try to go with the Bhagavad Gita…The following text is taken from a lost tomb in the Haran desert. The writing is in an ancient dialect of Falin, translated only through the assistance of magic. It is the only fragment that probed susceptible to translation, as most of the find is in another language that proved impervious to my divinations. - Jalarond AvarsilAs Sanjaya saw Brahshiva in his great sorrow, crying sorrowful tears, he spoke to him thus: Oh how have you sank into terrible sorrow, great Brahshiva? It is not proper for an immortal. From the furthest dreams your name shall be stricken, oh Brahshiva. Feint heartness does not become you; stand with pride, oh Brahshiva Who Defeats the Enemies!  Brahshiva said: Oh Sanjaya, Taker of Lives, how will I take the life of mortals, while they are worthy of my respect? Evil as they may be, killing them will forever stain my spirit. I know not what is best – that I shall kill them and gain life, or that I die and let them live. Oh Sanjaya, I shall not take their lives.  Blessed Sanjaya said: Speaking your things, you lamented what cannot be lamented. The wise one lements neither the living nor the dead. There is no time in which you, me, and even the mortal were not or cease to be. As the soul passes from the body in its death, so it returns to its pure state, oh Sanjaya, for that which exists shall not cease to be.  Oh Brahshiva, all mortal things come to an end. It matters not, for they leave no mark. Only the eternal matters, oh Brahshiva, for only it endures. Kill the passing spirit, then, and eternally seek temporary dwelling, for the eternal soul remains forever unharmed, the transient spirit but as always passes, and the eternal spirit passes on to the endless future and past.But Brahshiva was not consoled, and approached Sanjaya thus: Oh brilliant Sanjaya, how can the evil be eternal, when they lack spirits, Sanjaya?       Sanjaya replied: Look around you, oh Brahsiva, at this world you live in. Look at the changing light, as hour chases hour, day turns to night. Look at the changing of life, as spring turns to winter, young turns to old. Look at the changing land, as mountains turn to valleys, deserts to seas. All is change, Brahshiva, for this is the substance of matter – that it always changes. But for how long has it been thus oh Brahshiva? Has it not been so forever? And forever more? Say then, that matter is eternal in his ephemeral change.  This, then, is that nature of evil, oh Brahshiva, that it is eternal in existence and temporary in effect, and that is why the mortals die, for they are evil and transient, souls corrupted by the transient flesh. You can kill a blade of grass, but other grass will flourish. You can crush a certain stone, but matter will endure. Make no mistake, Brahshiva: when taking a life you cut a beautiful flower, but not flower-quality itself. Thus too are the mortals eternal, Brahshiva, in their way.I see now, great Sanjaya, said Brahshiva, that evil is passing, and so cannot truly come to harm. But are not we too beyond harm? How will I, eternal spirit, be harmed through my inaction? Surely, I need take no lives.  Divine Sanjaya shook his head. Oh Brahshiva, how you have fallen, forgetful thoughts. Have you so distanced yourself from the eternal? How you sunk so low into the depths of carnality? Oh heed my words, Brahshiva, and return to the golden path.  Eternal you are, and eternal you shall remain. For countless eons you have existed, Brahshiva, and for countless more you shall. Gods rise and fall, Brahshiva, yet you endure. On the plains of Assilut I met you, when you were a girl. On the battlefields of Azzarghat I found you, an old men, commanding legions. You were a priest of Frod on Kalinar, now both forgotten. All these and more you are, or were, or will be. But what use is merely being, oh Brahshiva? It is the quality of souls; evil exists. You must transcend existence, Brahshiva, don’t you see?  Oh I do Sanjaya, cried Brahshiva, but how can I when bound in flesh?   Eternally transient existence sorounds me, Sanjaya, I see no escape.  You must expand your awareness, Brahshiva, answered Sanjaya. Meditate as I have taught you, so you could remember, so you could feel, so you could foresee. Eternally you shall strive, oh Brahshiva, through countless lives you shall travel, passing through the life of one mortal to another, an eternal braid of thoughts strung through transient bodies. But at its end, oh Brahshiva, at its end at endless time you shall remember all of me, and be me as I am now, whole and all remembering, for I am Krishna, and remember all. Many births I have passed, as have you Brahshiva. I know them all, and you shall too. I know this, for I remember you Brahshiva, teaching me as I now teach you. Come, Brahshiva, take his life, so that your shall eternally remember.</blockquote>

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