Post by Jones on Apr 18, 2005 20:45:30 GMT -5
The stars burn brightly tonight."
Like the beacon of the lighthouse during a full storm at sea, the stars shine to life in the night sky, raining down their untaintable beauty within the twinkling eyes of all those who stare back at them over the unfathomable distances all creatures, times, and places, have given up measuring. The earth, the trees, and life itself seems to bend and sway in their own tiny existences beneath those stars, pausing only in the shortest moments possible to consider them before returning to their own paths in life. For man, the next town to conquer or the next wave of enemies to defend against overwhelms the curiousity for those stars. For the Angel, Peace stands atop the highest pinnacle of importance. For the Demon and the Dark; it is Pain and Destruction.
Why?
What is it about the worlds that we live in, and the lives that we experience time and time again, that makes them so much more interesting to us than that which is beyond what we have learned? And how can it be so much more important than the unknown?
Christian leaned back and fell more deeply into the grass, crossing his arms behind his head in a comfortable manner so he could continue his watchful gaze of that star-lit sky, letting his mind float in and out of conciousness with the maticulousness of a gardener in his orchard. Each silent question was met with or without an answer, analyzed and re-analyzed, and repeated continuously until a solution presented itself. Life, as it is considered, passed by him without him. The grass grew, the trees swayed and grew leaves. Animals of all sorts and types passed by and watched him, but an unknown force turned away the curiousity of the harmless, and killed the appetite of the dangerous, so that they all continued on their way down their own single and unobstructed paths, living out their days and nights without another thought of the green-robed figure lying in the grass with his eyes wide open, staring up at the sky.
The stars twinkled out, and the first rays of golden light shot from beyond the horizon, laying themselves once more upon the surface of Christian's world. The morning birds burst into song, and the wind blew from the north, gentle as a mothers touch caressing her babe, making sure that he lay comfortably and happy. But Christian continued his mindful flight through thought, fear, past, today, and future.. stepping out from beyond himself, looking upon all that exists, wide-eyed, as though he had seen it all for the first time.
Such beauty.. Such harmony! Like the Family...as it once was.. So intune. So powerful. Existence within a co-existence, within the very fabrications and multitudes of times and places, full of characters and non-characters alike, with good and evil dancing upon the foundation of their own combined groundwork. Because to him, the world was one. One piece connected to another. Like a puzzle, really. A puzzle so full of happiness, sorrow; love, and pain, all combined to formulate a world in which every sentient being and thing, one and all, had roads upon roads, paths upon paths to take. And from those roads came other roads, and from those paths; other paths.. The sun shone upon their glory! It revealed the play and the power, and the unseemingly and untangible beauty to it all, right before his eyes! Through the sky the spirits sang through the birds, soaring and singing about old glories, or weeping about past loves ripped from their grasping hands by their own ill-chosen choices. And others beamed with pride and love upon those that succeeded them, because of their own good choices which just so happened to work out just the way they hoped...
The stars began to burn once more.. stirred, by whatever being.. God or otherwise.. whatever anyone wants to call it... Christian breathed in deeply, rising to his feet, ignoring the soreness in his limbs and the emptiness of his stomache. A tear ran from one eye, and yet the other danced with fire and determination.. for he had seen the secret. The connections. The key to gaining his own...contenment and satisfaction. For what exactly?
For, perhaps his grandfather. Perhaps his mother.
Perhaps .. for Mystria.
He turned, and started down the hillside towards the forest, watching as each of his family appeared one by one.. with solemn faces. Happy faces. Tears of joy and sadness. Of yearning and hatred. He saw Mystria.. and his child, in her arms.
And the loss; the emptiness... panged deep and throughout his entire heart, trying to wrench at his very soul.
How can it be so much more important than the unknown?
... He yearned deeply now, for that unknown.
Like the beacon of the lighthouse during a full storm at sea, the stars shine to life in the night sky, raining down their untaintable beauty within the twinkling eyes of all those who stare back at them over the unfathomable distances all creatures, times, and places, have given up measuring. The earth, the trees, and life itself seems to bend and sway in their own tiny existences beneath those stars, pausing only in the shortest moments possible to consider them before returning to their own paths in life. For man, the next town to conquer or the next wave of enemies to defend against overwhelms the curiousity for those stars. For the Angel, Peace stands atop the highest pinnacle of importance. For the Demon and the Dark; it is Pain and Destruction.
Why?
What is it about the worlds that we live in, and the lives that we experience time and time again, that makes them so much more interesting to us than that which is beyond what we have learned? And how can it be so much more important than the unknown?
Christian leaned back and fell more deeply into the grass, crossing his arms behind his head in a comfortable manner so he could continue his watchful gaze of that star-lit sky, letting his mind float in and out of conciousness with the maticulousness of a gardener in his orchard. Each silent question was met with or without an answer, analyzed and re-analyzed, and repeated continuously until a solution presented itself. Life, as it is considered, passed by him without him. The grass grew, the trees swayed and grew leaves. Animals of all sorts and types passed by and watched him, but an unknown force turned away the curiousity of the harmless, and killed the appetite of the dangerous, so that they all continued on their way down their own single and unobstructed paths, living out their days and nights without another thought of the green-robed figure lying in the grass with his eyes wide open, staring up at the sky.
The stars twinkled out, and the first rays of golden light shot from beyond the horizon, laying themselves once more upon the surface of Christian's world. The morning birds burst into song, and the wind blew from the north, gentle as a mothers touch caressing her babe, making sure that he lay comfortably and happy. But Christian continued his mindful flight through thought, fear, past, today, and future.. stepping out from beyond himself, looking upon all that exists, wide-eyed, as though he had seen it all for the first time.
Such beauty.. Such harmony! Like the Family...as it once was.. So intune. So powerful. Existence within a co-existence, within the very fabrications and multitudes of times and places, full of characters and non-characters alike, with good and evil dancing upon the foundation of their own combined groundwork. Because to him, the world was one. One piece connected to another. Like a puzzle, really. A puzzle so full of happiness, sorrow; love, and pain, all combined to formulate a world in which every sentient being and thing, one and all, had roads upon roads, paths upon paths to take. And from those roads came other roads, and from those paths; other paths.. The sun shone upon their glory! It revealed the play and the power, and the unseemingly and untangible beauty to it all, right before his eyes! Through the sky the spirits sang through the birds, soaring and singing about old glories, or weeping about past loves ripped from their grasping hands by their own ill-chosen choices. And others beamed with pride and love upon those that succeeded them, because of their own good choices which just so happened to work out just the way they hoped...
The stars began to burn once more.. stirred, by whatever being.. God or otherwise.. whatever anyone wants to call it... Christian breathed in deeply, rising to his feet, ignoring the soreness in his limbs and the emptiness of his stomache. A tear ran from one eye, and yet the other danced with fire and determination.. for he had seen the secret. The connections. The key to gaining his own...contenment and satisfaction. For what exactly?
For, perhaps his grandfather. Perhaps his mother.
Perhaps .. for Mystria.
He turned, and started down the hillside towards the forest, watching as each of his family appeared one by one.. with solemn faces. Happy faces. Tears of joy and sadness. Of yearning and hatred. He saw Mystria.. and his child, in her arms.
And the loss; the emptiness... panged deep and throughout his entire heart, trying to wrench at his very soul.
How can it be so much more important than the unknown?
... He yearned deeply now, for that unknown.