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| − | A man once | + | A man once came up with a question to defy religious beliefs, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" To a Corax there is now debate, their beliefs all begin with an egg. The Corax are like no other shifter, they have no kin per se, and any human in the world has the possibility of being one if at their birth one of the rare eggs is dedicated to their soul. Messengers of Gaia, ancestors to Thought and Memory they warn the nations of Fera and others to the end times. See a man on the city streets, a bum holding a sign telling you the world is ending, listen, but also look closer and you may find one of my kind in that look of sadness. Ohters like myself are more active in the world and belong to the Hermetic Order Of Swift Light, a group dedicated to hunting down every secret and bit of knowledge the world has to offer to stall or even save the world from chaos and armageddon. <br><br> |
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History is a great deal closer to poetry than is generally realised: in truth, I think, it is in essence the same. | History is a great deal closer to poetry than is generally realised: in truth, I think, it is in essence the same. | ||
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A man once came up with a question to defy religious beliefs, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" To a Corax there is now debate, their beliefs all begin with an egg. The Corax are like no other shifter, they have no kin per se, and any human in the world has the possibility of being one if at their birth one of the rare eggs is dedicated to their soul. Messengers of Gaia, ancestors to Thought and Memory they warn the nations of Fera and others to the end times. See a man on the city streets, a bum holding a sign telling you the world is ending, listen, but also look closer and you may find one of my kind in that look of sadness. Ohters like myself are more active in the world and belong to the Hermetic Order Of Swift Light, a group dedicated to hunting down every secret and bit of knowledge the world has to offer to stall or even save the world from chaos and armageddon.
History is a great deal closer to poetry than is generally realised: in truth, I think, it is in essence the same.
A. L. Rowse
Do not applaud me. It is not I who speaks to you, but history which speaks through my mouth.
Fustel de Coulanges
