When
Ia stood on the far side of the Gate, he was purified and pristine,
unmarred by blights upon his spirit and unburdened by trappings of
the flesh, and so he would remain even despite and after treating
with others who were mottled, flawed, and weak. The path he had taken
now stood closed and barred to return passage, but this did not daunt
him.
When
Ia met the first traveler along his path, they could not communicate,
for Ia did not speak the traveler's language nor did the traveler
speak Ia's. So he devised a means of communication and could
thereafter pass the message he bore on to this and other travelers,
and they understood.
When
Ia was set upon by some few with the desire to claim Ia's sole
possession for themselves, Ia engaged them and revealed to them the
truth which lay well-hidden behind their decision, and they were
humbled at its sight.
When
Ia set forth to spread his revelations, he could go in no direction
but forward, and he was unafraid and unworried, for Ia had long ago
purged these and other intrusive emotions. He would not allow
mysteries to remain mysteries, nor tolerate possibilities to remain
possibilities, nor permit the Wheel to remain stagnant and
unchanging.
Cast
away all flawed and half-finished burdens and blessings, and shed
notions which constrain and constrict, and walk the Wheel freely.
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