There is something to be said about the stars.\u00a0 When the night is full and the clouds hidden, I take it upon myself to venture into the night and study them alone.\u00a0 Their empty vastness compels me more than any meeting, problem, or intrigue; they are, from my vantage, infinite.<\/p>\n
I revel in my smallness.\u00a0 It reminds me that the matters to which I bestow great importance shall not linger long.\u00a0 Most of what I do is too insignificant to be remembered by history.\u00a0 I take comfort in that, for it makes my troubles seem less daunting, my fears less prominent.\u00a0 I am but one figure amidst the million forms of life that occupy this space.\u00a0 My smile, my laugh, my body, they will not be remembered.\u00a0 Memories of my existence will fade within a lifetime after I am gone.\u00a0 It is a sobering thought, yet I find it peaceful.<\/p>\n
Tonight was the night that the Archer passed the realm to the King1<\/sup>.\u00a0 This is the time in which royal power is at its strength, when King Stergye is most likely to gain counsel for the stars.\u00a0 I am looking at the stars for him.\u00a0 Even if they do not give me counsel, the presence of them allows me to think through all that troubled me during the day.\u00a0 The Roshevian ambassador, the harshness of my Lord, the worries of the King.\u00a0 The strange rumors I have heard about the ambassador who left rather abruptly seem distant when I am surrounded by cold, clean air.<\/p>\n I have lived a good life.\u00a0 Fifty-six years of existence, thirty of them serving the King, have led me to accept my insignificance. \u00a0King Stergye will be remembered for some time, and I will not.\u00a0 Eventually, memories of Stergye and Tokavsk will fade from the consciousness of our yet-distant descendants.\u00a0 And to me, there is nothing but peace.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There is something to be said about the stars.\u00a0 When the night is full and the clouds hidden, I take it upon myself to venture into the night and study them alone.\u00a0 Their empty vastness compels me more than any meeting, problem, or intrigue; they are, from my vantage, infinite. I revel in my smallness.\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2243,"featured_media":21360,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1852,1221,1611,1257,1988,420],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22715"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2243"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22715"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22716,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22715\/revisions\/22716"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21360"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n