Journal
#5
April
30, 2012
I am, Pistia, Goddess of Trust and
Faith. Among my brothers and sisters I am thought of little because they are
all believed in by human beings; whereas I, instead, must be content to just
be. However, I delve into the world of men and leave what I believe to be hope,
what I had thought before I answered your cries. You, Oural of Glome, have taught me more
about mankind than I could have ever wanted to know. I watched as you wailed
for your sister’s loss, I understood your pain because it did not seem fair,
but then when I brought you happiness to you, you looked on it with disdain.
Read back the record: “I did not know then, however, as I do now, the strongest
reason for distrust. The gods never send us this invitation to delight so
readily or so strongly as when they are preparing some new agony.” So, because
I send you beauty, you would turn your back on it for the bitterness to come?
Life is bitterness, when all you do is ignore the wonder that is sent to you. I
tried, when you called to send you a sign, a glimpse of your sister’s home and
instead you balled it inside your mind, hid it from the world. How dare you?
How dare you take my gifts and squander them, when all I wanted to do was help
you? You stand there berating my siblings, but yet you expect to take none of
the blame? Your sister got everything she wanted and more and you, you have
nothing because you had such little faith. I stand before you now, with anger
no longer; instead I can only look upon you with pity. You are a sad creature,
Oural of Glome, because you have failed to have faith.
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