Morhek
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I welcome you to my place of solitude, weary traveller, and I bid you take shelter within this temporary sanctuary from the oncoming storm that rages outside. May the blessings of the Truth Givers be upon you and your kin if you be Sangheili or human, and may their curses follow the treacherous Jiralhanae and San'Shyuum for straying from the path the Gods set before us, and for their betrayal. The traitors have sown the seeds of their own destruction. And for them, it shall be a bitter harvest.
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Archive
Quotes
- "Evolution is an illusion, a name we give for the passage of time. Nothing changes. Nothing innovates. Throughout time, all that happens is that the universe remains constant, eternal...stagnant. And so we imagine that it improves, and by imagining it we make it so. It is the ultimate self-deception...because it is true. We try to innovate. We try to invent. And in our ignorance, we forget that all has been done before - by the Forerunners, or the Precursors, or by their predecessors. Our presence, our actions and their consequences, are ultimately irrelevant. When we are dead, our kind long since turned to dust, the universe will still remain, an impartial, unmoving and unforgiving monument to all our sins."
- — Kora 'Morhek, Sangheili philosopher.
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Poems
- "THE MYSTERIOUS STRANGER
Life itself is only a vision, a dream.
Nothing exists; all is a dream. God - man - the world - the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars - a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space - and you!
And you are not you - you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream - your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me ...
I am perishing already - I am failing - I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever - for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better!
Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago - centuries, ages, eons, ago! - for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities.
Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane - like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell - mouths mercy and invented hell - mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him! . . .
You perceive, now, that these things are all impossible except in a dream. You perceive that they are pure and puerile insanities, the silly creations of an imagination that is not conscious of its freaks - in a word, that they are a dream, and you the maker of it. The dream-marks are all present; you should have recognized them earlier.
It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!"
- — Mark Twain
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My Fanfiction Works
these are my fiction works so far - meaning that you can expect more (hopefully some time this year, but i'm spending time to make it half-decent!). Please don't plagiarise, but if you want to contribute, or would like to use my character, just ask!
My Halo Fanon
Halo: Ares, my first fanfiction.
Awards
HOTM|April 2008
HOTM|April 2012
