Practical Philosophy, Tuesday

[endsthegame]

They were back out on the lawn again, albeit this time in the shade. Alongside the usual drinks offerings sat several pitchers of water, pieces of cucumber and lemon peacefully drifting within.

"I think I'll spare us all the extended introduction this time," Ender said, as soon as everyone was seated. "I thought I'd focus our topics somewhat, this half-semester. We, as sentient beings, struggle always to comprehend others, for our thoughts are both alike enough to inspire curiosity, and yet different enough to inspire confusion. And when the confusion outweighs the curiosity, it can result in horror."

He took a sip from his small glass of water.

"I'll be dragging along a few old, dead philosophers for the ride later on," he said. "For now, I'm simply interested in one question: when was the first time you actively remember yourself being confused by the actions of another being? And, with the benefit of hindsight, do you now understand why they did what they did?"

Comments

Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"No interest in conversion, then," Ender noted, picking up his water. "Why do you think that was?"

Re: Talk.

[deathsmajesty]

"Because our holding was a seat for the Forward Order, a major sect of the Church of Serra. The Order and the Cabal have been at each other's throats for centuries, probably longer. Possibly since Urza's time, even. Nine Hells, he was probably some way involved."

When in doubt, blame Urza, and you had better than even odds it was somehow his fault. Fucker.

"I'm certain that, for some, converting their religious enemies would be a major win. That kind of subtle vengeance isn't the purview of the skin-witches and lich-knights they unleash outside of Otaria."

C'mon, they were named 'The Cabal' and 'the Order.' Subtlety had been strangled in the cradle and then fed to a nightmare horror.