Letters from a Shipwreck in the Sea of Suns and Moons

by Raymond St. Elmo

He informed us that the saved and the damned rest eternally in the same absolute and consuming Fire. But the saints feel that Fire as a bright and joyous blessing of light, for they surrender to it. While the lost writhe in a flame that surrounds them completely, devours them eternally, and yet denies them even the peace of oblivion, for they will not surrender to the flame.

It was jealousy for what they shared. I’d shared that once. I even still had my half. And half is so much worse than none.

Dreams inspire reality as surely as reality inspires dreams.

The gods deceive us all. Maybe they have reason to. There always seems to be a good reason for us to deceive right back.

But when you ask, remember the rule of the Augurs: All things speak the words of the gods. Lightning, bird-song, the ripples of sand in the surf, steaming animal guts and the cloud-fires of dawn. All things speak for the gods. And the gods only dare to speak clearly when they trust you will misunderstand.