Chilli Chillama of Chillrend.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

'The Little Prince'
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“Say to yourself first thing in the morning: I shall meet with people who are meddling, ungrateful, violent, treacherous, envious, and unsociable. They are subject to these faults because of their ignorance of what is good and bad.” Marcus Aurelius.

The grabbing hands
Grab all they can
All for themselves after all
It's a competitive world
Everything counts in large amounts

Depeche Mode

The Veiled Sermon of the Pathless Shrine.

Oh Ithelia, White Star, Mistress of our Road yet Untravelled,
Of sight through tears, my path untaken sings to you, for you are my chorus.
Grant me the courage to defy what has become.
To walk paths that were never meant to be.

I remember the dreams that died in silence.
The choices never allowed to make.
Roads that shimmered just beyond reach.

You are the patron of the unchosen.
The sanctuary of the almost.
The whisper in my heart that cries, there is another way.

This is my heresy.
This is my prayer.
This, my offering:
A life to be lived in defiance of destiny.

In your name, forgotten, but not lost,
I choose the pathless.

Spoken by Alarion the Divergent, last priest of the Unseen Shrine.