Chapter Eighty Five: Beloved

Beloved,

As much as I wanted to give these chants their proper introduction, in order for them to be of great use to humanity, it is also imperative to talk about the common defense of our propriety, of our values, and of our shared vision.

Under the seal of the See of Old, I have put my hand unto this, to keep it in the proper order, to govern it with responsibility what powers it might hold. And for us to open our arms into the loving embrace of the tree of life, so that, this, too, shall merit our unwavering attention.

I am speaking of that which we care about the most; the universal language that threatens us, as much as we fear or accept it without prohibition. I am referring to death, and that language we may all know, but that shall kill our begotten life, no matter abusive of its use, or whether we might permit it, as much as the book of chants will be misused.

I am writing to you, oh Beloved, to seek an advice, to rectify my musings about a perfect world that will never exist, to assist me in finding a way to move forward, toward a path that my authorship will be safe from the claws of injustice, or any evil that might snatch this away from us.

Evil is the concern I have put forth my question, dearest friend, that I found it necessary for us to defend the rights and the freedoms of our Consistory, as much as I would love to believe Cardinal Andrew Descent, in his view that death is inevitable, and an end is necessary to any great consecration.

I found his arguments to be wise, but it also gives the doubt I never intended to entertain. Is death inevitable? Should we put an end, where life should still move forward?

Should we really speak a universal language? I emplore your opinion, dearest companion, for my personal satisfaction and peace. I remain,

Yours truly,

Ezra Dunster

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