Cardinal Francis

Was it truly sane to have accepted death? For having accepted the hideous end that mortals face, where does evidence of sanity prove itself present? There is no more insane a thing than to accept the end of life, for the end of life was exactly that – the end. No. He would not accept it. Never. None could fight it, but why await it with open arms? Francis knew better.

There was a different end; a more – fitting end to one so ‘insane.’ Immortality was not the work of dreamers but the aspirations of masters. Those who strove to be more than mortal were, to him, masters of the earth. None of them succeeded, but then none of them were particularly wise. Those men attempted to thwart the gods. Not the gods that the ignorant masses had come to know, but the real gods. Those false ones were nothing but names and folklores passed along, first through whispers, and then through prayers until finally scaling to the precipice of some acceptable truth. It was disgusting, but amusing to some degree.

Francis had always enjoyed watching them flock to their churches, and to their gatherings like dogs chasing after a ball. Men were easy to manipulate, as they were inferior as their pets. Throw the ball, and the dog chases it. Throw the truth, and the man believed it and obeyed it without question. That after all, was the point. There was no other reason to deliver them some great promise of some great end, because there was none. The only prize to be had was their utter devotion.

The fabrics of the truth were fragile however, for to take away those gods and those lovely endings that they worshipped would give rise to a terrible chaos. For when a man doesn’t worship one thing, he worships something else, and there was no room for such a thing among the Divinity.

There was little to fear there, however, for so long as they continued to throw that ball, the dogs would chase after it, eager to please their masters. That was all he needed. Time was not at all a dwindling commodity in regards to eternity, for eternity didn’t care how long it took one to get there, and he was traveling that path.