CYRUS OF THE BLISSFUL FLAME
"Goals, I have found, are best separated into two sorts. The first are those goals which we can tangibly see the path to, those we can lay out for ourselves and accomplish in relatively short order. They are tasks, even if grand ones. Many put a great deal of stock into these sorts of goals, but when accomplished, there is nothing left to rely upon. Groups which live by these things will ultimately collapse when they must find any further meaning."
Cyrus spoke confidently about all of this, though whether she had any particular group in mind as she spoke was not especially clear. She simply continued to walk, giving gentle greetings to any who passed by. Naturally, as the caretaker of this place, she wished only the best for each and every person who lived here. Even the smallest of things, such as a greeting on the street, did wonders for one's well-being.
"The second sort of goal is the sort I have built for the Vandenreich. One which cannot be simply accomplished through one single action, but rather demands active effort in the lives of many. To change the world is not so easily done as removing those who have made it this way. Rather, we must first remove the issue, and then live our lives such that it does not return to this state. There is so much more work to be done than any of us, even myself, could ever see completed in a singular lifetime. These are the kinds of goal with unify people, which allow them to see past useless delineations such as race or purity of blood which have bound the Quincy for far too long. They are what make individuals into a people.
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