The Spirits of the dead are consumed for food. Most are not those kings deciding the fate of those below them.

A great number of them exist only to bring more living souls into existence.

The panic of death, the call to love, is twisted to bring children. To incite panic. To raise yet more children to do the same. The call of family and survival. These tributaries give themselves for their children. imprinting them forever with their brand of love. Giving the purpose of life to the idea of begetting and naming.

These too are consumed. Not by Death and Slavery although they get their feed in tax. These souls are given up to a lesser gods than these. These are Religion and Legacy; or Memory and Ought to Be.

If we are all to be consumed. For what are we to name our great love that consumes us?