[RPG] [RP] Foreign leans over his desk once again

[Jonas De Greef]

Foreign leans over his desk once again, he had just send off the scribe 
telling him he was going to write some things down, but again he had not 
asked for any writing material. Foreign takes his dagger and starts to carve 
his desk:

"I feel as if I'm in an hourglass, one of the many grains of sand pouring 
through the small entrance to the emptyness beneath. So much grains of sand, 
one between a thousands. Falling down hoping to be distinguished off the 
others. We all have one moment, when we lie on top of the growing pile, one 
moment we cherish for eternity, a flash of superiority. Because that top is 
the highest we can get, and we know that, for that one moment we are 
superior.

More fall on us and the heap grows, we start to carry the weight that the 
other grains of sand hold, so they can have their moment. Some weigh more 
than others, but this mustn't be a burden, this must be a silent agreement 
that some hold more weight than you ever might have had. Accept an other 
grain of sand as another carrying the burden of some even heavier. We just 
don't know. Knowing we will eventually all have lain on the top of the 
hourglasses pile. And that from a distance, we all look all the same, no 
matter how much weight, I must carry on."

Foreign puts the dagger back into his belt, looking at the desk. He never 
keeps those desks, the plain profundity scares him. He knows he will throw 
it away eventually, as he did with the last one. But the thought lingered, 
and could linger forever.

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