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He Was Not A Modest Man. Contemplating Suicide, He Summoned A Dragon.' Gothos' Folly

None Could Guess My Confusion, My Host Of Deluded Illusions And Elusive Delusions! A Mantle Of Marble Hiding A Crumbling Core Of Sandstone. See How They Stare At Me, Wondering, All Wondering, At My Secret Wellspring Of Wisdom...' Let's Kill Him,' Crokus Muttered, 'if Only To Put Him Out Of Our Misery.

There Is No Struggle Too Vast, No Odds Too Overwhelming, For Even Should We Fail - Should We Fall - We Will Know That We Have Lived.

A Civilization Can Easily Drown In What It Knows As In What Doesn't Know. Consider,' He Continued, Gotho's Folly. Gotho's Curse Was In Being Too Aware - Of Everything. Every Permutation, Every Potential. Enough To Poison Every Scan He Cast On The World. It Availed Him Naught, And Worse, He Was Aware Of Even That.

Show Me A God That Does Not Demand Mortal Suffering. Show Me A God That Celebrates Diversity, A Celebration That Embraces Even Non-believers, And Is Not Threatened By Them. Show Me A God That Understands The Meaning Of Peace. In Life, Not In Death.