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Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time. ~Aristotle
The world is the source of all inspiration, evil and good. It's mysteries influence both the heroic actions of our few saviors, and the terrible deeds of our many demons. Man has come into this world frightened, and in the appearance of being alone. Every human being soon learns that in order to make their way, they must step on the heads of the next person in line. Such is the way of the world; such is the cruelty of nature. Every person has to make their own way, and sail their own boat. Crews and captains can be selected, and bonds can be made, but in the end, each one would throw the other overboard into the abyss for their chance to shine. It's a terrible, cold, lonesome world out there. Mother Nature governs it, Father Time judges it, and both work towards it's beginning and it's end. It is the Law of Beasts, the Council of the Feral, that truly owns the world. Mankind, the one animal with the ability to move beyond the treachery and form true freindship, is only forced to live in it.
