Sgrios Mass: Nostalgic Decay
Not long ago we discussed the importance of decay in
the natural world. The world is alive right now, and so rich is it’s
bounty -- the cycle of death and life is working overtime to keep up.
Fruit swells on the vine, then drops to the darkness below to nourish
and provide as it rots. But we, as Aislings, do not live entirely in the
physical realm. We have been blessed with a spark, with divine
inspiration. We are able to employ our free will and imaginations to
manifest our dreams; our minds are more powerful than the destructive
force of the mighty Creants. Deoch placed great faith in us to honor us
with this incredible gift.
We, Aislingkind, are powerful and we shape the world as
we move through it. Our swords feed the earth on the remains of the
dead and in turn She gifts us with continued life. This is a tenuous and
complicated balance of ecosystems which are so entwined that famine or
feast on one side of Temuair are echoed across the country. It’s easy
for us to conceptualize this phenomenon; we can see it, we can take an
active role in it. What is harder to assess is the way in which our
inner-sparks experience this same cycle of birth and decay.
Our minds contain a spiritual ecosystem and with each
experience we are adding to it. If it helps to visualize; picture your
spark as a container and each memory placed within as a creature who
will inhabit it. Whereas we can look upon the deadly viper who stands
against us in the physical realm and know that, even without our
influence, it will eventually die, facing existential foes is more
difficult. There is no given lifespan on memories; good or bad. Some we
carry from childhood to our deathbeds without losing their lustre,
however some memories become so tarnished with age that we hardly
recognize ourselves in them. Further still are the thoughts we carry
from the past that we wish we could destroy.
Yes, our souls are as vast and varied as the land which we inhabit and yet so often the mental
cycle of death and birth is neglected; overlooked in
favor of the the eternal memory. We work tirelessly to preserve every
moment of our lives as if each fleeting remembrance is a priceless
relic. With whom did we share our last meal, what did we eat? I’m being
facetious, but it rings true. Still, yet, we seek to maintain an active
catalog of even the pains of yesterday. Letting go of our memories feels
like a betrayal of our inner selves, yet without the decay of our
thoughts we cannot fortify our sparks.
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