Hi Nem.

You might appreciate the the philosophy of the barbarian of fifty thousand years ago.
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He shrugged his shoulders. "I have known many gods. He who denies them

is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death.

It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom's

realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the

Nordheimer's Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep

while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging

wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation

of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content.

Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of

reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no

less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live,

I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content."