Heart torn asunder and still youg at
heart, solace existed in long walks often staring above at the beauty
of the stars and planets that grace the curtain of night.
Times long since past did this become
an often practised pastime for the stresses put upon by those meant
to srve or protect. Stray afar and into the wilds listening to the
calls of hunting Owls on the hope of a night feast or their own
loving partners. How sad the calls of the night Owl would appear as
if mirroring my own feelings as I wandered.
Thoughts of many would be pondered and
analyzed and the many areas would bring one back arund to the
ultimate and seemingly unsolvable question, why?
A nature not one to lay down and die
thoughts of many paths would be trodden in the dark recesses of ones
mind. Each in turn would be severed into segments of many with each
seen an obstacle. A thought of how to navigate through to where I
needed to be passed through the mind many thousands of times over. If
one cannot lay down and die there only remains obe single option
available to anyone.
No one could know for none would
understand that job at hand and the aching of ones heart and mind and
the duress to the depths of darkness one could see. Like a lonlely
warrior the path available was long, hard, full of dangers and
pitfalls that each would advise against as mere impossible thoughts.
Ones own mind often seeks out those of
simlarity to ones own but as walking in the shroud that is the
curtain of night one knows the the visions of many are narrowed yet
the time among the night did not reveal the whys and wherefors.
So obvious it appeared like the
pinprick holes that pepper the night these narrowing walls could not
be heaped upon with what one knows only too well. Looking beyond the
nearest stars to our own and beyond can clear the mind like nothing
else while plain to see, it was, that this endeavour best travelled
alone. Even times when the water tested the reaction of those proved
that there mere comprehension would be difficult to achieve, while
frowning at the seven sisters I know so well. A path of much winding
was still an horizon away and continue on one must while thinking of
many more tricks to concoct.
One wonders way beyond midnight of how
the human race can turn so narrow minded and so quick to disblieve
much even that which rings true? Lost numbers of many nights
pondering and analyzing this to no avail other than sounding like a
mad possessed theorist to state that it is all governened this way.
More likely it be that a convenience was spied by those willing to
control and manipulate with no compassion and complete disregard to
all but oneself.
One has wondered to an extremely high
number many would not be familiar what it is that convinces
themselves that this way is the best way for mankind? When piling
pressure upon th many how does one know that they are being inhuman
and strangling those that could be pioneers in their own right?
How much ingenuity has been stifled I
have asked countless times that likely come close to the gliterring
jewels of light in the night sky? How does one teach and indeed reach
beyond those ill fated mortals that litter ones landscape of bodies
either thown themselves or lifted by the lapels by another and thrown
onto a waiting Katana?
Miles would pass by and stars would
slowly turn in circles in the night sky while pondering the puzzles
such as these in ones mind. Little doubt, there was, that a long time
would it be amd along the way more answers and ways would come to the
lonely warrior who has travelled from afar.
Only in the painting of clear and
pictureque landscapes could the warrior show the people and in the
processes that follow would raise an army of which possessed a
combined and very loud voice.
The long trodden path now much closer
to its end than its beginnings and rise in n number is ones army of
those of awareness to put to en end once and for all those that would
treat the world and its inhabitants as ones playthings and nothing
more.
For he that exists at the peak of
society possess the identicula nuts and bolts as he from the depths
of society. That which separetes one man or woman from another is not
colour, nor creed and nor is it intelligence and blood.
That which separates us from those that
are the animals is morals, nothing less and indeed nothing more.
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