Mourning and Non-Uniqueness

Speech of Riti the Astronomer to the Mageocracy of Mourning:

It is good to reflect from time to time on those virtues in which you are lacking. We as a people have a modesty problem. At its most rabid, our society puts on a pedestal even the lowliest elf because he is an elf. We speak of the elevation of Mourning the [red-world]‘s surface as though we are not merely the latest race to dwell on an ancient city sight; the latest set of feet to traverse towers that we did not build.
We speak of living on the surface and its challenges as though we were the only on the planet to achieve this, but history reminds us that we are not. Too far away to travel on foot, perhaps, but who among us doubts that somewhere else, given the same sort of building materials and time that we have had, another does not probe the sky as well? Who among us will seriously believe that. Did not the ancestors of Dragons build cities on the surface of their world in far-off antiquity?
Do not even today, the lightbound Dwarves, who should be our closest friends with their rigorous science and rejection of Dwarf religious dogmatism, who train our surgeons from their cave, chip away at the rock which keeps the sun out? Do we not marvel every one of us at their achievement?
And what of the stones atop the towers? Have you not, every elf among you, wondered at how the builders of Mourning in the world’s morning carried these stones here? They are unlike any stone which we find in our land. We discount so easily the stories of the flying folk and their great airships of that bygone age, but by what other means did they bring these stones over distances unknown?
Brethren, I ask the questions not that we should worship another race or deify those who have come before us, but that we might give a proper ear to the achievement of others and not be so swept up in the declaration of the supremacy of ourselves and our own time and place. I ask that you reject the dogmatism of Elfin Supremacy even as you bemoan the Dwarves theirs. Let us not spoil our good relations any further.

Mourning and Non-Uniqueness

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