Spencer Sims- Blogging Assignment

Blogging Assignment

Spencer Sims

Greetings mortal, oh my…why they call you the fairer sex of your kind even I may never know. It is I, Pyth the god of oath and abandon, of purpose and folly. When two entities are bound, be it by intent or consequence, I am there. I’ve come to know you very well queen Orual from the contracts you’ve made in what you call the “Pillar Room”. The Pantheon will be your jury for this trial and I defendant by proxy, listen closely to my rebuttal. To be quite honest we’ve all been watching you for some time, well I should say it seems long in your mind but is a mere bat of the eye for us. We’ve seen all of your childhood in a single breath, from your birth to witnessing all of fox’s silly ideas seeping into your mind. You became quite the fascinating specimen when our very own Istra entered your life. We all know you to be very silly creatures but the way you desperately coveted her was quite amusing. We watched you resist as she followed her destiny, from her sacrifice to her time with her husband, you continued to claim her as your own. You should count yourself lucky we were able to contain your mountain god to such a mild fit, he would have torn the country asunder if gone unchecked. You carried yourself well as a queen, your kingdom experienced more prosperity than most during your rule, and not completely failing is quite the accomplishment for your lot. You had a small applause going when dealing with the prince of Phars, it was quite the show! Of course that doesn’t save you from skirting your education, we’ve been trying to hammer the point of all this into that thick skull of yours yet you continue to resist. It’s gotten to the point where some of the pantheon has demanded we give you these dreams of these silly bureaucratic rituals.

Here you have stated we have wronged you. You have stated that we have stolen psyche from you, changed her nature, and turned her against you. You speak as if you own her, as if no one else has a right to her, that you were her protector. Simply look at the injustice you’ve caused the very people you claim to love to know that you failed as a caretaker. The fox was a part of your family, the man you thought of as your own grandfather. You bound yourself to him as one does to their true family. He finally had an opportunity to return to his home land, but he hesitated in his love for you. So you played on this didn’t, you played on his guilt so you could keep him as you knew him to be where he could be controlled; Where his affections could only reasonably be centered on you. You allowed his guilt for how that separation would affect you to consume him. Was Bardia any different? Here is a man who is led by his sense of duty, and you used that to your advantage as well. You blinded yourself, like so many of your kin, to what you already knew. You knew he would never have asked for a single moment of respite, yet you pushed him under the pretense that he could speak out against you! Like all of the other things you have loved, you loved selfishly. Look to what you have done to keep our Istra. Let’s put aside your blatant disregard for a god’s direct order. A tender subject for many on the jury perhaps, but it unfortunately does not serve our purpose at this time. You know not how destructive your love for Istra was, how could you unless we took her from you? You were willing to take everything from a person merely because you were not at the center of their life or that you couldn’t control them completely. You were willing to kill the sister Istra loved & turn her back to the life she earned. When Istra tried to take comfort her faith provided, you allowed your distrust of us to carry over to her. Love is to allow that which you treasure most to flourish not keep it buried as you know it to be. We thought Ungit’s myth would be enough to sustain this truth to you all. Having more love for a person than most does not mean you love them.

We gave you a sign of our existence more than most mortals get and yet you still sully our names with your disbelief. Bolder still you questioned why we are not clear enough, we are not all as simple as you mortals I’m afraid. You cannot blame us for explaining when it is you who fails to understand even such simple things as the meaning of your short lives. You impatiently ask the wrong questions and yet you still blame us. Your short lives would be better spent tackling the truly difficult mysteries, like why toast always lands butter side down. We’ve tried teaching you truths but those never seem to stick do they? It is only when you experience them, feeling them yourselves that they truly become evident to you all. We give you myths to capture the truths of your world that you cannot seem to grasp by yourselves. We provided the Priest of Essur with the very myth you needed yet you persisted in this fool’s errand of a book! What you framed in your mind to be our lies were your truths in that story. This story was not crafted in the words of your story but in emotions that can be understood of its moral free of interpretation. The one you call psyche could exist free of your confining projections, we find that human recollection is so often muddled with those petty emotions you carry about. Your reality gets so mixed up with what you think of it. By making the story a dash more alien than you’re accustom to we really caught your attention didn’t we? Not only that but we placed it in such an extreme that is can pierce even your veil of egotism do you not see the volumes it spoke of your hubris, of the destructive power of jealousy? Your so called love was based in jealousy Orual. You’ve asked time and time again for simple answers to complex questions and we serve it to you. When it comes to weaving myth, my little queen, it is not we who make our messages cryptic but you, who lack faith and true empathy, fail to behold the bigger truths of the unperceived. But perhaps for a moment you can ignore what you call the water spouts of truth, diving head first into its depths, and feel the invigoration that washes over you in a story.

           I’m sure by now you have grown weary of this defendant’s plea. You may have twisted my words, contorted, and misconstrued their meaning, as you humans do at the most inconvenient of times, but these words have been said this evening. This court sits here, not to prosecute you, but to teach you. You are to leave this place, taking only what you have learned with you, to live out the rest of your days without the one you call psyche.