Heroist
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The introductory part of the preacher's speech was very similar to Creon's reflections, with the only difference being that Kalina developed this thought a little further than her knightly compatriot. She proposed that, in addition to the ascetic lifestyle he had chosen, changes should also be made at a broader level of public consciousness. Klin decided that, if possible, he would definitely retell what he had heard today to his acquaintance.
And then, the mysterious ikigai practitioner used... his homeland for comparison? This was, without a doubt, a pleasant confirmation of the creedancer's recent thoughts. In time immemorial, long before the dragon emperor decided to paint the peaceful mountains of his ancestors in Velfern colors, the very concept of exchanging useless trinkets for equally useless labor was something absurdly alien to the inhabitants of his region. No living creature subject to the goddess-mother would engage in something unnatural to its nature in order to survive. Unless it was locked in an iron cage, where it was forced to dance to the tune of a circus performer for the amusement of the public. Something similar is what the city dwellers did in the eyes of his fellow countrymen. Including to gawk at this, he once set out on a journey to the capital. And then...? And then he himself became one of the cogs in the stillborn mechanism of civilization, lost his homeland, his family, and even his very soul.
The concept of eternal life, for obvious reasons, also deeply affected the black knight. More than once in recent months, he had heard "it's so good to defeat death" in relation to his condition. In reality, however, his curse had brought him nothing but spiritual burden. And it wasn't even about the fear of some conditional priest, who on the fly reloads a cleansing prayer. He lost the ability to enjoy life, could not feel the full depth of human emotions. He could not turn over a new page, surrendering to sleep: since June, all his existence had turned into one huge day. And even the warming tea poured in front of them now was closed to the knight. Perhaps only his comrade-samurai, who had passed away in Calcite, and the apostolic undead could understand his state: but the latter had probably lost the remnants of their will long ago.
But there was also a sad truth in Kalina's lecture. A truth that Creon had stated just a week ago. The creedancer looked happier, more harmonious, and more peaceful than Margel. But ultimately, in a world where people tear each other's throats out every hour, every day, every year; in this world, Margel lost only the central square. And the creedancer lost himself completely.
If the Ikigai wants to achieve true peace in human hearts, it is not enough to simply start with oneself. The whole world must become Ikigai. Or Creodean.
Looking around at the audience and Sanex sitting next to him, the knight assessed their reaction. Yes, for the capital's wealthy people, even such a modest final exhortation would probably seem like a terrible feat. He could already imagine how some merchant's family "spiritualizes with nature" by polluting the forest park area with a drunken picnic and a fire caused by a poorly extinguished bonfire. And for those who are not prone to the vices of civilization, all this is already clear. Despite this, he was left with a very positive impression of the preacher's words.
And then, the mysterious ikigai practitioner used... his homeland for comparison? This was, without a doubt, a pleasant confirmation of the creedancer's recent thoughts. In time immemorial, long before the dragon emperor decided to paint the peaceful mountains of his ancestors in Velfern colors, the very concept of exchanging useless trinkets for equally useless labor was something absurdly alien to the inhabitants of his region. No living creature subject to the goddess-mother would engage in something unnatural to its nature in order to survive. Unless it was locked in an iron cage, where it was forced to dance to the tune of a circus performer for the amusement of the public. Something similar is what the city dwellers did in the eyes of his fellow countrymen. Including to gawk at this, he once set out on a journey to the capital. And then...? And then he himself became one of the cogs in the stillborn mechanism of civilization, lost his homeland, his family, and even his very soul.
The concept of eternal life, for obvious reasons, also deeply affected the black knight. More than once in recent months, he had heard "it's so good to defeat death" in relation to his condition. In reality, however, his curse had brought him nothing but spiritual burden. And it wasn't even about the fear of some conditional priest, who on the fly reloads a cleansing prayer. He lost the ability to enjoy life, could not feel the full depth of human emotions. He could not turn over a new page, surrendering to sleep: since June, all his existence had turned into one huge day. And even the warming tea poured in front of them now was closed to the knight. Perhaps only his comrade-samurai, who had passed away in Calcite, and the apostolic undead could understand his state: but the latter had probably lost the remnants of their will long ago.
But there was also a sad truth in Kalina's lecture. A truth that Creon had stated just a week ago. The creedancer looked happier, more harmonious, and more peaceful than Margel. But ultimately, in a world where people tear each other's throats out every hour, every day, every year; in this world, Margel lost only the central square. And the creedancer lost himself completely.
If the Ikigai wants to achieve true peace in human hearts, it is not enough to simply start with oneself. The whole world must become Ikigai. Or Creodean.
Looking around at the audience and Sanex sitting next to him, the knight assessed their reaction. Yes, for the capital's wealthy people, even such a modest final exhortation would probably seem like a terrible feat. He could already imagine how some merchant's family "spiritualizes with nature" by polluting the forest park area with a drunken picnic and a fire caused by a poorly extinguished bonfire. And for those who are not prone to the vices of civilization, all this is already clear. Despite this, he was left with a very positive impression of the preacher's words.
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