Narmeed Whirlvishbane says:
When the Bull killed the Devil, parts the Devil flew everywhere. You can see
some of them and you have fought them. But you can't see others. You know how a
flash flood fills a gully in the wet season? The water washes through the gully
and it looks just as deep as before the flood. But the flood wears away the
edges of the gully, weakening them, until the finally fall into the flood. Like
the raging waters, the devil's spirit parts wear down our bodies. That is why
people age.
Roneer the Hue says:
Many say that chaos is the source of aging. I will tell you a secret. If you
tell anyone that I told you, I will scalp your spirit ancestors seven
generations back. Before the darkness, the giants grew throughout their lives.
They were born big and kept growing forever. That giant there is so big that
trees grow on his brow. We are all descended from the giants. But, in the
darkness, chaos stole from our ancestors the secret of bigness. Now we can only
grow to a certain size. After that, the growing turns inward. Our body contends
with itself, giving us the aches and pains of age, the little wounds that make
us stooped and blind and deaf and feeble. For some, like your father, even the
scalp contends with the hair for room to grow; that is why no one wants your
father's scalp. And this is why people age.
Yazurkial Blue Llama says:
I have heard what others say and know it is not true. I do not know the truth of
the matter. But death is a change from one thing to another. Aging is a way of
preparing for that change. Those who die young are unprepared and cannot make
the change. The question is what the change is. In age, our skin becomes loose
and hairless, like a snake before it sheds its skin. Our memories are long, but
we are slow. We sleep much and our outwards sight diminishes. What does this
suggest to you?
Chris Lemens
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