As the hordes of Light and Darkness crash into each other like
hollow drums, I sit and watch the sun rise and set. All is quiet,
the day does not rail against the night and the night does not
point its finger against the day. When the capitals are gone all
that remains is joyful serenity and unutterable beauty, and I
thank the Gods that they grant me the grace to savor those
undisturbed by the beast within both others and myself. I urge
you all to pray for peace in the world and in your own souls,

for while true prayer may not amplify your voices, it surely
amplifies your hearts.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Niuran, in the year 139 MA.