“Some are of more consequence in their own eyes than the eyes of others.”
A Gnat flew over the meadow with much buzzing for so small a creature and settled on the tip of one of the horns of a Bull. After resting a short while, she made ready to fly away. But before the Gnat left, she thanked the Bull for having used his horn for a resting place.
“You must be very glad to have me go now,” she said.
“It’s all the same to me,” replied the Bull. “I did not even know you were there.”
There are many bugs buzzing around my meadow. There always have been.
They each go about their business, buzzing about thinking that they are wholly important. That they matter to the grand scheme of things.
Every now and then, a Gnat lands upon my horn.
Some came to me out of purpose, seeking wisdom. I’ve been only too happy to provide them with guidance and take them under my wing.
Sweet Alice. Aesop. Tenchu.
They each landed upon my horn and asked for help. They sought out a friendship. Little bugs that seek rest and refuge upon the horn of a mighty bull. Little did they know what they were truly asking.
You, too once sought wisdom from me Chronoa.
Your endless need for answers saw you buzzing about my meadow, flitting from flower to flower and generally making a nuisance of yourself.
But you sat upon my horn to ponder your fates, no answers… Just more questions.
Who are you that you believe yourself so important that the secrets of the universe shall be imparted to you?
You are the architect of nothing. A mere gnat seeking wisdom by asking all the wrong questions.
Some gnats settle upon my horn to feast. They bite, feeding upon flesh.
Helvieg, Darklord, Kaine Knightlord.
They each took their bite.
They each ate their fill.
As do you, Pyre.
You swan about the meadow as if it is yours to own. You take what you desire, you burn whatever stands in your way.
You land upon my horn with an air of indignation. For you hold the belt, you are the Queen Gnat.
And when you bite, like the others before you, you believe it stings like fire.
But like others that have tried to take down the Mighty Mountain, you will learn the same lesson they did.
The Mountain always stands.
You cannot burn it down.
I am the Bull, and this is my meadow.
You may think you run this place, or that you are more important. But at the end of the day, to me, you’re still merely a Gnat resting on my horn.
When you fly away, for better or worse, my reply will always be the same.
“I did not even know you were there.”
Chronoa, Pyre.
Your ego makes you believe to be more significant than you really are. In reality, you are small, meaningless and worthy of being swatted away.
Buzz off, Gnat. This is my meadow.
You’re merely a pest.