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Indolence takes many forms, but it comes to every civilization that has outlived its will. You know that as well as I. In this case it was an indolence characterized by a pursuit of knowledge, a frenzied search for answers to everything, no matter the value of such answers. A civilization can as easily drown in what it knows as in what it doesn’t know.
It’s the ignorant who find a cause and cling to it, for within that is the illusion of significance.
That is one curse we all share – the will to live.
‘Pogroms need no reason, sir, none that can weather challenge, in any case. Difference in kind is the first recognition, the only one needed, in fact. Land, domination, pre-emptive attacks – all just excuses, mundane justifications that do nothing but disguise the simple distinction. They are not us. We are not them.’
This path’s a dire thing, the gate it leads to is like a corpse over which ten thousand nightmares bicker their fruitless claims.
‘It’s our nature, isn’t it? Again and again, we cling to the foolish belief that simple solutions exist.
