Role

Chapter 7

I visited the Lyceum recently and came about a tome, "The
Sacraa". I sat and I read it, perched on the window sill.
I sat a long time after I finished, thinking.

It states - "The profane are blinded by The fog of illusion
That descends upon the weak, Who use morality like Blinders
to keep them from Seeing themselves."

It also states - "The Pure shall see truth, Unblinded by
illusions or lies. They shall recognize the nature Of all
men, and embrace it."

Although I believed these words, I needed to see. With my
own eyes, the blindness the masses choose to stumble through.

So I changed my name. The spelling. The pronounciation.
But only slightly. Aife to Ayfe. Enough that people who have
met me should notice.

I received two different responses to this test. One,
I was recognized as a cousin of myself and was asked,
"Do you know Aife? His name is similar to yours." From
people who thought they knew me. Blasphemous.

The second, ignorance. It went unnoticed. From people
I had recently met, and made sure to emphasize my name
too.

The fog engulfs not just the Self, but the Realm.