Animals live from day to day doing what their instincts tell them to do, enjoying whatever pleasures they can, giving no thought to the future, totally unaware of the pain, suffering and death that await them. But man is acutely aware of the potential suffering he faces and of the inevitability of death, except to the extent that he can distract or deceive himself. Moreover, this endless game of birth, growth, reproduction, suffering and death goes on and on, and as is true for all life on earth, the game is totally meaningless. It’s not really going anywhere, and there are no real winners. In the long run you’re dead. Life is absurd. It’s a cruel joke of nature, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Man is the only creature that can appreciate the joke and realize that he has been thrown into a situation that is absurd, without meaning or purpose. This is the human predicament.
“Death is a part of life, and the Gods believe in transactions. You cut your palm when you enter the forest; blood for safe return. You sacrifice after each hunt; bones for your sustenance. And for every life that the forest spares, another must be taken in its place: the boar got the best of you, and she got to live in your stead. You should have died – but I took that death from them. The Gods shed their blood and from it they grew the world, and all life must be sacrificed for new life to come. The trees shed their leaves to grow anew: man dies so that another generation can come in his stead.”
“But you did not let me die,” the hunter says, and it isn’t a question.
Oneshot. Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield. Fairytale setting, witchcraft, living magic.
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