Chapter 127: Chapter 125: Why does anything

It is, according to the rules of the spiritual principality of man, insufficient if one simply exists in the comfort of vague idleness. In the minds of the philosophers and esoterics of our world, the human spirit is bred by the gods themselves to always grow — to consume the fuel of life as if it were a burning flame. We must always strive toward a greater peak, aim toward a higher star, and run toward a horizon that is ever further away than the one that we already see before our eyes.

But what if I don’t want to?

Why is it that if I choose to live the simple life of a man of few means and many inadequacies, I am told this is not enough? Why can I not be a humble farmer of tubers, a hunter in a distant forest who lives as a hermit, or a simple bookkeeper who works exactly the number of hours he has been given by his employer and never a single minute less or more?

Certainly, there are many who choose these paths of normality; we see them amongst ourselves every day.

Yet as I sit here, perched on the peak of my nose, which is held so high as to allow me to do so, I cannot think that these people are lying to themselves.

I do not believe in contentedness.

I believe that all of those examples of people I have just mentioned — that they are deluding themselves, telling themselves that what they have is good enough, that it is plenty.

But this is against the bright nature of the human soul, webbed in the element of fire.

I refuse to believe any different, and neither should you.

Strive. Burn. Grow.

It is as nature intends.