Honist Letters

"…ties that bind the physical and metaphysical. Remember, you are three parts: body, mind, soul. We’ll come back to the third one later, as it is the most vague of the set.

The classification of the second and perhaps most misunderstood of the three parts is difficult. The ‘mind’ component, as we call it, is neither the firing of neurons in the brain (for this is physical) nor the actual root of self-awareness and discernment (for this is spiritual). Nevertheless, it is still an important component of thought for most sentient beings, and is, as we’ve already noted, the requisite component of all psionics and what for better or for worse is called ‘mind reading’, so the name stuck. Personally, I would have called it something less vague.

Admittedly, non-vague terms are hard to find. The ‘reformist’ element of the Cult of Kizak call it the root of magic, but this is only partially true; magic is a series of attempts to manipulate this part but is not the part itself, and in any case magic has its true roots in some particularly bad parts of the spiritual realm. The Tor Yvresse refer to the whole mindscape as Warp and the human or sentient element as a being’s ‘reflection’ in Warp. This hits somewhat closer to the mark, but given that they made the connection as a result of some tinkering with FTL drives, the term is perhaps biased. This is probably the best-known variation on the colonies, but while the technology is efficient such interpretations are very dangerous: as we shall see, the common curse “take a warp jump to hell” isn’t just an expression (See chapter 12). So I must begrudgingly accept “mind”. So what is this ethereal substance?

There is a layer of reality that exists parallel to own, inexorably bound to it. For each location in the physical world, there is a corresponding location in this ‘mindscape’. They are not quite scaled accordingly: as both the personal teleporters developed by Lady Secondary Haskalah of Chiron and the FTL-drives of Tor Yvresse prove, the mindscape is ‘smaller’ than material space, at least when something from the physical universe is shoved into it.

Into this layer a vast majority of all living beings in the universe perpetually pour energy. Each and every one of us, every pet cat or bat, every mushroom, every blade of grass has a “signature”, a pattern of energy exuding from the mindscape’s equivalent to their location in the material world. The signatures of sentient beings are larger than those of nonsentient beings, and it is these signatures that we call the “mind”.

What goes into this? Fortunately for medical ethics, any sort of actual dissection is quite impossible. To draw a diagram of one would be quite difficult, as the physics of the mindscape are not exactly identical to those of the physical world. Indeed, it is quite frustrating not to be able to take a snapshot of something that is as much a part of us as, say, our arms and legs. What what psionic analyses we can do indicate is that they do not even always share the same basic shape. Sometimes a person’s mind-signature is a relatively amorphous blob. Sometimes it appears identical to the physical form of its owner. Sometimes it resembles instead their idealized perception of themself, or their worst fears about themselves. One colleague of mine, for an extreme example, once suffered from withdrawal after escaping a drug addiction and believed himself at times to be covered in ravenous arachnids. A particularly psionically attuned co-worker who worked one office away from him complained vociferously to me that she was haunted by images of a gigantic black spider whenever he was near. It was this form that his mind-signature had taken, so driven was he by fear of this very thing. I am told that he has since recovered.

As to the “anatomy” of the mind-signature, it is from here that it gets its name: its energy matrices contain active thoughts, memories, data, and emotions, in a mirror of the functions of the physical brain, with the exception that “motor” components are notably lacking, as are those associated with physical sensation. An entirely different, parallel set exist instead, associated with the motion and sensation of the signature itself.

The only really startling revelation here is that mind-signatures are mostly junk! The mental components or ‘core’, the vital organ that does normal work typically constitute less than one percent of the signature as a whole. The rest is tossed in as an afterthought, the result of a process that is from what we’ve seen thus far hideously inefficient. The fact of interest- and what, dear reader, you probably picked up this book to find out about in the first place, only to be faced with a massive desert of my stuffy prose- is that the rate of inefficiency varies from individual to individual. Some people are more inefficient than others, pouring in many times more energy than normal. Some people are more efficient, having far less energetic signatures.

It is from this very fact that the spectrum of psionic talent arises.

Those individuals whom we call psionically talented or gifted or just ‘psychic’ (a misnomer) have larger and more energetic mind-signatures than is normal. This is not because the functional mental portions of their signatures are somehow better. The belief that psionic talent and high intelligence naturally accompany each other is more a product of bad holodramas than actual fact: Many geniuses have very little psionic talent, and many massively psi-gifted individuals are mentally ill or impaired. Rather, a greater degree of psionic talent means a larger clump of “junk” signature. The more of this one has, the greater the ease with which he or she can learn and apply the traditional abilities of the psyker, which we have already covered to some degree: The ability to manipulate the material to some limited degree, the ability to analyse the signatures of others (and ergo to resist such analysis), and the ability to sense nearby signatures.

This only applies to ease. Anyone with the right training can learn any of these skills. “Psychic” is a misnomer because nearly all sentient beings are “psychic”. The difference is that for those of us born on the lower ends of the spectrum, learning these things takes years of careful study and meditation, while those born higher on the scale can master them with relative ease.

-Chapter 4, R. Penteleimon, "The Open Mind (2006 12th edition)

Dear sirs and madam,

I write in response to your recent enquiry concerning the work of the late Dr. Hal Ritter. It is with a heavy heart that I do so, as I value the privacy of my employees and associates. However, given recent publications said privacy is effectively moot. I can only hope others do not take this as a betrayal of their trust.

Let’s begin with what you already know. In 1953, Dr. Ritter, then a junior associate in Honist Biogen, raised concerns about the living conditions in the lower level of Malev. Leaving aside the squalid nature of the community there at the time (and even now in a few places), he was concerned with one oft-overlooked aspect of life on the dark side of the city: radon poisoning. Heavy radon gas, often produced by both natural and industrial processes in higher levels, did and still do seep downward and accumulate at the base of the caverns. To my lasting discredit, I ignored him at the time and denied him the funding he needed for a more comprehensive study.

Undaunted by my refusal to assist him, he managed to fit his research into other projects, collecting test subjects and securing data. He found an alarming degree of radon poisoning in lower-dwellers. Overall, according to his (hidden from me at the time) estimate, the life expectency in the lower levels of the city was lowered by ten years from radon alone.

At this point we come to the controversial portion of Dr. Ritter’s work, and that which in recent days has generated controversy in the press. Frustrated by the situation he had discovered, his mood soured and he became obsessed with his project, often spending a great deal of time away from other studies. He was often away from the labs for days at a time, sneaking off to the lower levels of the city to observe the situation there.

One day, during such a visit, Ritter saw something that piqued his interest. In a slum gradually sinking into a lake, he discovered a family living by the waterfront cooking a strange, slimy creature over a spit. Any of you who have been to the lower city will no doubt recognize the creature without a description: the Red Giant Glow-Worm, or ‘burn-worm’ as it is known to the locals, among other much less repeatable pseudonyms. A decidedly unpleasant (if nutritious) creature, it is a common pest in the lower city, nesting in abandoned buildings and inflicting painful bites.

On a whim, Dr. Ritter (who had never seen one before) caught a worm and brought it back to his laboratory. There he subjected it to massive overdoses of radon, only to find that the creature was unaffected. Convinced that he had found a breakthrough, he commenced an analysis of the surprisingly simple complete genetic pattern of the worm and discovered what he (correctly) believed to be the responsible gene system. At this point, in 1961, he approached me and the other members of the Biogen board of directors with a plan: In an effort to reduce casualties, randomly selected residents of the undercity would be offered Ob/Gyn services at drastically reduced cost, on the stipulation that they kept quiet about it. In the process, a modified gene would be implanted into foetae carrying a mechanism derived from the worms that allows for the safe processing of radon. The gene would be dominant and so no further tinkering would be necessary.

You know the rest from the recent leak: The program went ahead as planned and the participants on all levels kept reasonably quiet. The individuals who received the treatment are now passing it on to a third generation with no apparent side effects and a drastically extended lifespan. Dr. Ritter went on to become a senior partner and died in 1996.

The press, however, fixated not on the results but on the source of the modified gene. Over the past week, I have been bombarded - nay, deluged - with articles from what I thought were respectable news agencies deriding the creation of “worm people!”. This is not true, and I’m terribly disappointed in everyone who jumped on it. This faulty conclusion misrepresents a most basic detail of our work here at Biogen.

For the most part, we do not work with hybridization. Those that think we can just go ahead and create a human/duck, or whale/rabbit, or cockroach/squirrel (or whatever those things are that get into my garden) miss the sheer complexity of the average genetic code. There are so many subtle differences between species that we cannot just blend genes haphazardly together as portrayed in various horror holomovies. Instead, for most of our projects, rather than two ‘parent’ organisms, we work with a ‘parent’ and a ‘pattern’ organism. The difference? Not a single piece of the latter’s genetic material is used. There is no ‘blending’ going on. Rather, the pattern organism is sequenced and its traits mapped and traced. The descendant organism is in effect a clone of the parent, with certain traits modified in an attempt to imitate the traits of the pattern. The test subjects are not human-worms. They are 100% human, with a slight mechanism modification inspired by a mechanism in worms.

I will use a slightly less loaded example. You are aware of the extrasolar colony of Primera Ceta on the galactic rim, 300 ly spinward of Sol. While the colonies receive very little media attention due to the obvious demographic reasons, all pictures that come back from Primera Ceta, of which I am sure you can find a few, show vast forests of Terran trees wreathing the settlements. This creates the appearance of a terraformed planet, when in fact nothing could be further from the truth. Primera Ceta’s atmosphere contains twenty-one times the survivable level of heavy metals for most Earth organisms. No terrestrial life could possibly survive there, and the human population live in sealed domes. Fifteen years ago, a number of Biogen operatives visited the planet (For the colony is largely a Honist venture) and brought back samples of the various hardy, scraggly macrofungi that inhabit the planet’s surface. Seeking to improve morale, they went through the above-mentioned process, substituting the North American white pine as the ‘pattern’. The planet is now covered with native macrofungi that look exactly like white pine despite being nothing of the sort. Morale and productivity on the colony vastly increased immediately after the change was implemented. I don’t think anyone can argue with that.

I hope this explanation satisfies your curiosity. As always, if you need more details feel free to ask. My door is always open.

-R. Penteleimon, letter to the Senate Subcommittee on Bioethics, September 2006

Dear Penn,

You know how I feel about being a bringer of bad news. I don’t like sending it any more than you like getting it. With that in mind, I regret to inform you that Dr. Robert Apenin, your operative at the FPS embassy in Malev, died while undergoing medical treatment last night.

It appears that in addition to his existing duties, Dr. Apenin was conducting a number of long-term bacteriological studies on the side, unbeknownst to his official employers. Without any oversight, he neglected several minor yet critical safety considerations and was severely infected with one of his own samples when he checked into a local hospital two days ago. While we were eventually able to determine the cause of his illness, a detailed analysis of his notes only proved informative after he was effectively beyond help.

Dr. Apenin’s next of kin have already been contacted through official channels, and in all likelihood his ashes will be returned to his native land within the week. Any insight you can provide into why he was engaging in such risky activity or why he felt such a pressing need to keep it secret would be helpful.

Sincerely,
Rachel Penteleimon

-Letter to Pentastar of the FPS Secret Service, two months after Project Romeo meeting

I didn’t think we could do it.
That we could measure emotion
by grams and meters.
Put faith in a bottle
trust in a measuring cup
love on a chart
And yet I can’t deny we can anymore.

Where does that put us?
I asked myself
Can I still believe?
Is God Almighty just
another Dreyas, another Hal’vo, another K’jold
created by belief
and all the prophets just shamans?
But then I told myself
They all grew stronger with belief
Who else grows stronger when I doubt?

-currently scrawled on a wrinkled piece of paper buried in the back of a desk drawer, where it’s been since 1979

I sincerely believe that, when analyzing a law such as this, this body needs to take more than numbers and statistics into account. I understand that the requirement is expensive, complicated, and sometimes exasperating for officers in the field, but the origin and meaning of the Adjutant program needs to be made clear.

Before we issued Adjutants to every commander, Agent, and Cabinet member, before even the Navy received them, they were an Eldar tradition. For the last ten thousand years of recorded history, and doubtless more beforehand, every known Eldar Lord has been accompanied by an Adjutant. Even the old sagas describe each one by twos. Why?

The Adjutant is there as a voice of conscience. More than that, a voice of scrutiny. You know full well of the single-minded obsession of my colleagues, and the many developments that have come from it. In the process, we have often forgotten little details, so we have the Adjutants to help us. Although some have become frustrated with them for this very reason, it is the Adjutant’s job to ask stupid questions. Questions like “How are you planning on funding this project of yours again?”, or “Don’t you think the entrance to the enemy’s capital might be guarded, sir?”. The system runs on the principle that if an idea can’t be explained convincingly to a fairly intelligent, inquisitive person, it probably has some issues that need to be worked out. I think this is a reasonable enough expectation to make of our leaders.

With that said, I wish you all the best, and ask that you vote wisely. The pillars that hold up our society should be handled with care.

-R. Penteleimon, address to the Senate subcommittee on civil service

To: Dr. Han’ah Hal’af’ta
RE: UDF expedition

In light of the previous letter you received and your subsequent reply, I must commend you on the grace and decency with which you accepted the Foreign Office’s dismissal of the proposed expedition from the University of Dannistaan (For’af) to study geological processes in the sub-Malevic underworld. Unfortunately, I must report that your positive attitude was not shared by many of your students. In the last few days, they have been prank-calling, spamming, and even threatening Proconsul Anderson’s office, expressing their disdain with what (in the more polite complaints) they see as an ‘unexplained’ rejection of your proposal. Still, I think that your more reasoned approach merits an explanation, even if that of your students does not.

The sub-Malevic underworld (or simply ‘underworld’ as it is typically known) spreads, as you know, under the entirety of the original Kandarinese caverns containing Malev, Deephollow, K’Byss, and most of the other original Dark Elven cities. While the majority of the civilized tunnel network ranges from four to eight kilometers below surface, with many access tunnels above and vaults below, the underworld tunnels stretch below that to depths that are limited by the rude interruption of the Earth’s mantle. Interestingly, this does not cause an increase in seismic or volcanic activity, a phenomenon that (as I am given to understand) your party wished to study firsthand. However, your application for research visas was rejected due to safety concerns.

It is here that I must correct you, or rather, I must correct your students. The danger of the underworld is not that, as is widely believed, it is a den of demons, dragons, wild magics, and ancient, entombed dark gods. To be honest, all of these things exist in abundance in the underworld. However, their locations are relatively easy for us to track at the shallows, and so we could reasonably guarantee your safety from the dangers of being eaten by a drake or accidentally awakening something phenomenally unpleasant. Your team never planned to go to the sort of depths that would make detecting these dangers unfeasible. Even in the worst of cases, the awakening of ancient, malevolent entities is a fairly regular affair and can be dealt with quickly, although your team might not share this calm approach.

No, the risk to those journeying into the underworld is a more mundane one, a more embarrassing one, that can be summed up in three words: Dark Elven cities.
Our infrastructure, while sophisticated, is far from perfect. The majority of the water that flows into our cities from the Greater Abyssal Aquifier is used, recycled, and reprocessed by treatment plants. However, there will always be exceptions. In our cities, most of those exceptions are the poorest and least sanitary quarters. As a result, veritable rivers of contaminated water flows from the slums of our cities down through the underworld, carrying waste, bacteria, and garbage. Increased access to wealth and water filtration systems has reduced the flow, but it has been going on for all of recorded history. The underworld is simply not a very clean place.

To compound these problems, our research suggests that much of the sub-Malevic network was never quite fit for human habitation to begin with. The underworld possesses far smaller deposits of the respirating fungi that recycle air in the upper tunnels. Breathing is difficult without bulky external gear or internal implants and personal modifications that most of your students would no doubt object to. Some sections contain no fungal deposits, or are isolated in a manner that makes circulation impossible, and so become filled entirely with waste gases or even vacuum. Some sections are entirely flooded. Other, related dangers exist, but I believe I have conveyed the necessary points. We simply cannot guarantee your team’s safety from disease, suffocation, drowning, or any number of other dangers, and an international incident would be extremely unpleasant. Therefore, I must uphold Proconsul Anderson’s decision to reject your application. I can only hope that you now understand why this decision was made.

Sincerely,
Rachel Penteleimon
Minister of Foreign Affairs

-2005 letter to the Geology chair of the University of Dannistaan (For’af)

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Quote of the day: “The most dangerous thing you can do is believe in something. Charging into gunfire, jumping from a plane - these do not hold a candle to the raw danger that comes with binding yourself to an idea and sticking with it.” - E.S. Kessel

Day 121

The most astonishing thing I have noticed in the entire course of this study is not, as might be expected, the destructive capacity of the Enemy. That, once realized, becomes mundane enough as soon as the mind adjusts to such horrors. No, it is the sheer tenacity with which it (She? He? This is a troubling question. We shall assume It) has continued to build said capacity. Not merely content with radiating a psionic pulse that is quite literally Death for practically every other sapient species, the Enemy followed up with an impressive arsenal of conventional, biological and genetic warfare.

It is an arsenal that has grown significantly with each outbreak. Fossil records of previous attacks show a marked increase in individual speed, prevalence of ranged weaponry, and armor efficiency after the first conflict with gunpowder-equipped humans. Similar improvements occurred again after the first encounter with energy-weapon-equipped cyborgs. What is puzzling is that even the most hastened of Bellindra-Darwinian adaptation cannot be used to explain these changes. In these and other cases, the entire outbreak was eventually exterminated (though at great cost) irregardless of the ability in combat of its components. No individuals survived to pass on exceptional traits. It was as if some far greater intelligence both guided the movements of the Enemy and observed the opposition it faced.

More puzzling still is the fact that these adaptations have slowed in the last four or five (records are sketchy) Terran decades. To reuse my tired analogy, it is as if the aforementioned guiding intelligence became distracted, or lazy, or was called away to some imminent concern elsewhere, leaving the Enemy to fend for itself. Unfortunately, this is small comfort for us. The current make and model is dangerous enough to make each outbreak a deadly and costly affair.

Save for the final microbial studies, I believe we are done here. We have let this infestation loose for long enough, and were it not for the stark necessity of understanding the Enemy, I would have ordered the station purged on Day 1. Convey to the good Captain that his ships are to fire the moment the Adventurous undocks. Mahala Honist.

Rachel Penteleimon

-Unidentified communique, March 21, 1989

My conclusions? I’m afraid I can’t give you that. What I can give you is my theory. No more, no less. It is based on my observations of the last four months, but alas, it is not based on as sound of a collection of data as you ro I would demand. My theory is only a fanciful extrapolation of localized data into generalized trends. Take it with caution.

In essence, the Enemy is hyper-developmental. The distinction between this classification and the more common trait of hyper-adaptation is subtle, but immensely important. A hyper-adaptive race evolves to meet the threats it faces, with selection, either natural or artificial, weeding out the weak and leaving the strong on top. The Enemy improves itself whenever it sees an opportunity. It advances in reaction to superior firepower not to best it, but to better itself. When it sees a weakness, a limitation in itself, it builds itself newer and better.

The genesis of the Enemy may have been very simple. Perhaps it was a small, weak creature once. It encountered beings that were larger and stronger than itself. In turn, the next clutch of eggs produced larger, stronger, more efficient specimens. It encountered creatures faster and shrewder than itself. Sure enough, the next generation produced more agile specimens with more advanced higher neural-equivalent functions. It encountered sentient being with language, and the next generation had a language of its own.

The Enemy’s later moves are difficult to fathom. At some point, it discovered the weakness of all its adversaries, their reliance on the essence of life, and so its presence became death to all things. What became of the previous generations is unknown, but I suspect that in this case, unlike the others, the earlier specimens died at the hands of their offspring. This was the turning point of the race, its transformation from a rising civilization (if it could be described as a civilization, something I doubt) into an anathema.

The clash of the race with technology must have occurred at some point. Given its other behaviors, it could not have done anything but consider developing technology of its own. In this sense, the lack of non-biological equipment among encountered specimens is an enigma, and the greatest weakness of my theory. The dispersal rates suggest an advanced, spacefaring race, but none of the Enemy’s specimens thus far have wielded technology of their own. What became of its science, if science it had?

— Begin quote from ____

-If possible, avoid going more than 7 km below the Silvered Mark at the Spire of Talal. See attached maps.

-Do not, under any circumstances, go more than 10 km below the Silvered Mark.

-If a man in a white hat and white suit sits next to you on a train and asks you if you want to hear a true story, do NOT accept. Sit elsewhere. If necessary, get off the train.

-If you find yourself at an intersection of two streets marked “67th street”, back up. Do not walk down either street. The same applies in the (less likely) event that you find one “67th street”.

-The bats with glowing red eyes do not bite and are not dangerous. If you should see a flock of bats with gold eyes, stay indoors until they pass.

-If a very short figure in many-colored robes beckons you, do not approach them. Do not respond if they call you.

-If you find that attempting to walk away from a building only brings you closer and closer to it, attempt to walk toward the building instead. This should have the desired effect of leading you away. Should you find yourself drawn entirely to such a building, do not under any circumstances enter it.

-When boarding a taxi shuttle, always take a quick look at the driver’s face. If you see a taxi whose windows are not entirely transparent and whose driver is not perceptible except for a vague shape, do not board the taxi. Please attempt to dissuade anyone who tries to board such a taxi, even if you look silly doing so.

-Should you meet a couple who consistently respond for one another and occasionally misidentify the other as themselves, please be polite to them. See attached informational files.

-If you experience a sudden unsettling feeling, slowed heartbeat, chills, and urgent awareness of your own mortality, leave the area. If your route of departure worsens the feeling, pick another route in the opposite direction.

-Should you see a being that looks like a large quadripedal lizard, about 20 meters long with sickly green scales, leave the city immediately, preferably by air. Remember, if you have seen it, it has almost certainly also seen you.

-If you hear unusually heavy footsteps behind you while you are alone on a street, do not turn around. Keep walking and the sensation will eventually vanish. If you do succumb and turn around, remember that what you will see is an illusion and walk toward it instead of trying to run away.

-While the bars and nightclubs of Malev are typically welcoming to foreigners, if a bartender or patron offers you “The Mix of Ages”, politely decline.

-Ignore any voices you hear in sudden gusts of wind. In fact, should you feel a sudden gust of wind, leave the area or go indoors.

-If you should see a long column of black-armored elf soldiers in the upper part of the city, wielding archaic weapons and marching under a banner of a single red hand, do not be alarmed. They are not real.

-Please do not provoke the spiders. They will not attack if they do not perceive you to be a threat.

-If you see a white swan, do not approach it. Do not attempt to feed it. Do not stop to watch it. Avoid the swans without exception. If, worst come to worst, a swan seems to be following you, call emergency services and explain the situation. They will understand and assist you.

-If you see a young woman with long hair standing in a position facing away from you, who does not respond to verbal cues, walk in a wide circle around her (at least 10 meters). Do not under any circumstances walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder.

-Unless you speak Elvish (telessa), insist on holding conversations in English. If someone approaches you and asks questions in telessa, do not answer them at all  unless you fully understand the language.

-If you should find a cracked stone statue of an elven maiden with an outstretched arm holding a single gold coin, ignore it. Do not attempt to take the coin.

-Should you encounter a wheeled sepulchre drawn by skeletal horses and guarded by shadowy, black-cloaked figures in the Upper City, do not be alarmed. Some of our upstanding citizens may choose unusual means of personal transportation.

-While in the Upper City, do not ask people you meet to identify their caste. Do so cautiously elsewhere. Many castes are reluctant to identify themselves, for a variety of reasons. See accompanying flowchart.

-Do not attempt to swim in the black lake in the center of the city. Doing so is punishable by law and will lead to apprehension by law enforcement should you be so lucky as to survive doing so long enough for law enforcement to arrive.

-If you suddenly feel a sensation while indoors of many small spiders, blood, magical lights, etc. running across the walls, leave the building you are in immediately.

-Do not sleep in a room with a domed (or curved in any way) ceiling. If someone offers you lodging in such a room, decline. If you absolutely must sleep in such a room, leave some light on in the room at all times.

-If, while sleeping, you should experience vivid dreams involving previous occupants of the building you are in, find different lodging. Do so even if these dreams do not bother or frighten you in any way.

-If you are on a street that suddenly becomes enshrouded in fog, go indoors. Should you see unnaturally tall, misshapen figures walking through the fog, attempt to position yourself in such a manner as to break their potential line of sight.

-Pay no attention to dark, humanoid silhouettes that may appear in the fringes of your peripheral vision. They cannot harm you.

-Several districts, mostly those Damis-affiliated (see accompanying map) permit the public carrying of weapons. Some citizens exercise this right liberally. Do not be alarmed if you should meet an excessively-armed individual in these districts, provided that she or he is going about their normal business. Remember, citizens in other districts cannot be assumed to be unarmed.

-Do not trust any entity, normal or abnormal, that claims to be able to grant a wish or wishes.

-Do not arrange mirrors on opposite sides of a room so as to generate multiple reflections. If you should find yourself in a room that has such a setup, do not look directly into it.

-Do not swim in a pool unless the entire pool, including the bottom, is visible and clearly illuminated.

-If you experience a sudden sensation of all lights growing dimmer around you, move quickly toward the nearest bright source of light. If this occurs indoors, quickly turn on all the lights you have available or, if not possible, leave the building.

-Should you hear a tapping sound on a curtained window that is not on the first floor of a building, do not open the curtains.

-If you meet a perpetually masked or entirely skeletal individual (or group) dressed in normal clothes and behaving normally, do not be alarmed and treat them respectfully.

-Do not pick red-capped mushrooms with greenish slits. Red-capped mushrooms with red slits are safe. However, picking in the city should never be attempted without appropriate knowledge and botanical reference material.

-Should you find yourself in a strange tunnel with a light at the end, do not walk toward the light. Stay where you are until the sensation fails.

— End quote

-Excerpt from an informational pamphlet distributed to visitors to Malev. The pamphlet was pulled from publication in 2002 for unstated reasons.

"No one may rule the earth.
No one has and no one will.
There have been those that held it in their grasp.
But their grasp rotted away.

I have never seen a conqueror die.
I have only seen mounds of impotent flesh;
Hands that wielded sword faltering.
Voices that ordered unnumbered deaths reduced to whispers.

I have never seen the rich die.
I have seen only those who have lost all.
Souls who hoarded wealth when well;
Now beyond the help of all the world’s treasure.

But a dying saint is still a saint."

-Observations, anonymous, seventh-cycle Kandarin( ~1300 CE)

“Go to an encyclopedia and find the article for ‘H’shen’. Read through it, and as you do, note anything in the article that you don’t understand. Look up those things, noting anything in those subjects that you don’t understand, and so forth. Continue this until you can read the entire article front to back and understand the whole thing. At this point, you will have the equivalent of a full university education under your belt.”

-Anonymous

"And I say unto you: Live! It is not enough to move and speak and breathe, for these are but motions. Even the dead stone moves. Even the things of the shadow that have not life or breath move. No, I say to you, live! Do that which you fear, and speak when you know not the response of those who listen. Go where you know not where you will rest your head, make friends of enemies and brothers and sisters of strangers. Do not walk but dance, and dance abundantly. One day you will be ash on the wind and your spirit will return to Keiga. Do not merely return, sullen and still, but bring her the gift of your tales, the stories of how you lived and loved and danced. Then, when your spirit moves on this world again, again will it live.

Be the river, but be also the typhoon."

-Unnamed Aquarian of Keiga, The Book of Storms