Ninde Lovetalk 11
Ninde: Often I look around myself at the copious ills of human society, and wonder where it all went wrong for the fledgling race. Then I find myself wondering of everyone I meet? were they borne of love or of something else?
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Ninde: It?s a marvelous thought, isn?t it? Each an every one of us is the result of a good old fashioned bedding. Marriage, rape, an accident, a whore, a hot summer, a drunken fling, a saucy wink, incest, an impassioned affair, a long dreamed of blessing or simply the God?s dipping their divine quills into the interminable ink of the realms. Isn?t it wonderful?
PC: No, Ninde, a great many of the things you just mentioned are not wonderful. Far from it, in fact!
Ninde: My dear, nature is a language all it?s own. The best way of dealing with things is simply to sit back and laugh. Laugh at the way none of us really care if the others live or die, most men are perfectly content to while their days away with a slim, pretty thing, and blissfully ignore the entropy at the core of all human endeavor.
PC: Hm? you seem like an avid student of human nature, and yet you so often fail to see the good inherent it. You talk all about the entropy, the vice and the fear, but ignore the virtue, nobility, passion and unconditional love we all carry within us.
Ninde: Nobility is self-preservation dressed up as something higher, and love likewise a crooked donkey made up like a white charger. I am many things, but not an idealist. This way, I am never disappointed by the world; simply bemused and delighted by it all!
PC: I?m still not convinced. I?ve seen far greater forces at work in the realms then instinct, self-preservation and lust. Would you have me believe that that is all illusory?
Ninde: <CHARNAME> believes in things. How sweet. It is nice that you believe in things, but it would be better if you did not. The more you believe in, the more things you will lose, the more things will be trampled out of you by the drudgery and the sorrow that follows on sorrow. But if you don?t appreciate my philosophy, how do you prefer me, honeybunch??
PC: ~I actually appreciate your cynicism. Whoever said sarcasm is the lowest form of wit clearly never met Lady Amblecrown.
Ninde: In that case, <CHARNAME>, we are stuck in a world in which a people with the same Gods, the same dirty secrets, the same bestial urges, would rather be brought together for battle than for love. And undergarments are uncomfortable and inhibiting.
Edited by Deva, 20 August 2008 - 03:07 PM.
