Checond Sances: Raul Begenaginn questions the universe.

If humanity were not longer befit

and you were granted a wish

to choose to be either a bird or a fish:

would you partake or relent?

Would you warm an egg in your nest?

Would you catch a worm in your lips?

Or would your past mistakes coincide?

Would you carry past woes into that first night?

Who condescends a second try

for one who so badly squanders life?

(if the mage gave a word

into a fish of bird

philandries of a life

respawn elsewise.)

The peculiar difficulty of discernment, as in a "failed life" or a particularly "happy life", is often of a species of hardening one's attentions towards those professing falsely, who could be, not helpful instructors, but inside, ravening wolves.