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Harping By Moonlight: An Approach To Life

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

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  • Books
  • Author: Elminster Elminster
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


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[Harping By Moonlight: An Approach to Life; by Elminster Aumar, The Sage of Shadowdale. The text is rife with observations and personal introspection, such as this:]



I've never understood why people talk about evil as if it's a point of view. I find that tawdry and stupid. Evil and good are as present in our world as gravity, and though their interpretation is displaced across the garbled noise of culture, they actually remain reasonably constant.



Just because you've cast Fly doesn't mean you've broken gravity.



Even the God who gives a Cleric her power is just a flue down which the smoke of Good flows. Sometimes I wish we lived somewhere in which these things weren't as omnipotent as they are. No matter how long you study, you can't grapple smoke. I've tried to understand Good, to realise it in our world. More and more often as I get older, I just feel it flowing through my fingers.



Which isn't to say the things we do are meaningless. We may be puppets toked and strobed around by Good and Evil, but we can jerk on the strings a little.