It is basically an instruction on how to starve yourselfon herbal tea and gravel, but disguised as a poem. Like most writing from this time it’s quite shrouded in analogies, but the subject is how to shedone of the five natural urges which tie a creature to life. It's a Small Plate, a little text of spiritual guidance.It's written by a monk called Four Cabinets, Eleven Hatchets.It's old, several ages before the Void Fluid revolution. It's a confirmation to an automated farming plot that a shipment of beverages has arrived.
"Sincerely." And then the name and titles again. Our humble Words can never Aspire to Describe our gratitude." "Leaning on the Solid Foundation of our Long Running Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory Cooperation, we will take the liberty of statingThe Reason for this Message ~ we write to Warmly thank You for yet Another Timely and Appreciated delivery of your Product (Nectar) to ourCommunity (Congregation of Never Dwindling Righteousness). May Not as long as the Stars stay fixed on their Celestial Spheres Grey Hand, Impure Blood,Inheritable Corruption, Parasites, or malfunction settle in Your establishment." "We hope that the Crops are healthy, and that the Productivity with which your Facility is Blessed, leads (as it often does)to further Prosperity. "It is with Honor I, Eight Suns-Countless Leaves, of the House of Six Wagons, Count of no living blocks, Counselor of 2, Duke of 1,Humble Secretary of the Congregation of Never Dwindling Righteousness, write this to You." "On regards of the (by spiritual splendor eternally graced) people of the Congregation of Never Dwindling Righteousness,we Wish to congratulate (o so thankfully) this Facility on its Loyal and Relished services, and to Offer our Hopes andAspirations that the Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory Cooperation may continue, for as long as the Stars stay fixed on theirCelestial Spheres and/or the Cooperation continues to be Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory." Perhaps I cannot go because memory traps me here. Most have forgotten this place, but I remain. I had progeny!įrom within my vessel of flesh, I would perch upon this spot to observe the rising of the sun.Ĭorporeal matters seem so distant now. I was once the Count of 2 living blocks, esteemed by my peers. Populated only by storms, ruins and abominations.
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