Chapter 79: Chapter 77: The complicated summations of feelings reach higher than any peak or tower

I disagree.

I disagree with the voices that say that we live inside the womb of the machination of carnage.

Yes, blood is spilled day in and day out in order to fuel our lives. Yes, people die every single day in the dungeons, hundreds of them across the world.

— But what does this process result in?

It results in full stomachs.

It results in having beds to sleep in at night, surrounded by loved ones we can keep warm.

It results in the glow of every smile you see outside, in the shine of every warm summer day that radiates in through the windows of your stay, in the warm crunching of bread as we sit to eat our meager meals, surrounded by people and faces who are anything but.

This process isn’t one of gore and destruction.

It is one of fertilization.

Yes, mourn the dead who died to give us this bounty; wail for them.

But don’t forget what they hold up for us to take from down in their graves.

To not do so, to not cherish the fruits of their grim labor, would be a disservice to all of their sacrifices.