5th day of Fifth Hand of the Month of En'Var (4) in the year 10,162 CA

It has been some time since I've written in your pages. I remember the days when I would diligently write daily, my feelings, my experiences and my thoughts...good or bad, biased or objective but it seems as of late much has changed here on Gor. Some would call it progress....I call it sad. The days of old are disappearing rapidly. Traditions of the Gorean way sadly I watch slip from us. Only I can control what goes on in my house but the faces around me are changing. The faces that I've known for many en'var are distorting into strange and ugly disprectful images. Tournaments have now become sacred places for dishonor and disrespect. Companioned Free Women flaunting and carrying on their wiles publicly before their companions and then slithering into the shadows to mope and weep when called out on their actions and worse yet....Warriors leaving tournaments to soothe and pamper these women. Brawls taking place on the sands where warriors once gathered to pay respect to the fallen, now only appear to make show for the women that flirt and carryon.

This is what I witnessed at the recent Memorial Tournament. A tournament in prior vars past, an honor to attend...warriors and even other castes would gather in honor of the fallen who are graced by the hand of Odin to reside in Valhalla now. I wonder what they think as they look down on us all, at the disrespect and loss of tradition, to see their fellow gorean warriors give up their birthrights to the spectacle of the female persuasion, leave the sands to follow the robes because they are distressed when females should be at OUR feet, writhing, warm and beautiful...and oh, there is nothing more beautiful as a distressed woman but not enough to lead me from the honor of a good spar for my brothers in the sky. Oh, I long for the days of old where gorean men were strong and confident, not replaced by Earthen seedlings, weak and petty, always flaunting their testorone around like their earthen molds. Will my true brethren ever return? Not a day passes that I do not look up to the skies to seek this answer out.