Today I made further progress in my current project. I am approaching the limit of efficiency rather quickly. I would say I am at about ninety percent efficiency, give or take a bit. There isn’t much more that I can do there, unfortunately.

The more I work on this the better I understand the mind. As Intention helps me bridge gaps in my knowledge and as a result helps me fill in said gaps. It is nowhere near a perfect method, but it works even when you have no other way to study something. Might explain why the scholars are so dominating.

Anyway, back to the point. The mind seems to be related to the soul somehow, and not in the whole ‘a powerful soul makes everything better’ way either, but an actual direct connection between the mind and the soul. What that connection is, I don’t have the faintest idea, but there is a connection. They are too similar in feel to be otherwise.

I am a powerful person in many ways. But, I never wanted to be. Originally I just wanted to live a quiet life tending to the grove I was born into. Then I wanted a quiet life tending to my own grove. I’m not entirely sure exactly how I got here but I feel a deep seeded need to do more, to acquire more, to spread the limits of my reach and to be the master of my domain. That feeling has grown recently, quite a lot actually. I don’t want power, but I am driven to acquire it by some base urge in spite of that. I don’t know why, and I feel like I shouldn’t worry about that, but it is still a bit unsettling.

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Tiddol finished her potion today, though unfortunately, it wasn’t quite enough for her to evolve. My dad drank it, only for his eyes to light up in pain a moment afterward. He blacked out before he could scream. I wasn’t too worried, I could tell the potion was working as intended, but I didn’t expect the process to be so painful. None of us did. I administered some Flore and some Dead Tulip pollen to help him sleep soundly. With any luck, he will be back in fighting form by morning.

I took a bit of time to watch the process of my father’s atrophy being healed, it isn’t exactly something I know how to heal so watching it was fascinating. The actual process was pretty crude and unrefined, like an amateur healer using techniques they barely understand. That isn’t too noteworthy as it is the general impression I get from all healing potions, but it does explain the pain. In the end, I learned the basics of treating similar conditions in the future, and the chunk of knowledge I have floating around in my head has even more than just the basics.

Now that I think about it my current project should make digesting that knowledge much easier.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.