Into the Darkness
The world seemed to break in his mind as he moved onto the darkness. The world had once been s full of life and light. He had spent so long there that he had forgotten about the world of the dark. As he left the light his eyes took a long time to adjust. The world seemed to be spinning madly about the events that had led him to this point. He walked on threw the madness not because he wanted to but because he had no choice in the matter. To enter the dark was the only way that the light could survive.
How had he gotten here? How had he come to this point? He had to know before the dark swept him completely away. He traced it back threw the days and months and years and found himself standing high on the black rock cliffs that stood above his home town. It had been that night. It had all started then and there. He was watching the sun set over the distant mountains. The sky fiery with reds, yellows, and pinks. He had looked forward to the coming of the night back in those days; even longed for it. It had seemed to him then that the night was when the world came alive and the creatures and the people drank deeply of life. He drank to deeply that night. Latter some would say that it was lust, or selfishness that had driven him to do what he did. Some even said that it was from the gluttony he had for life. But can you be a glutton of life? Can you drink to deeply of something so great and pure as life? He thought about these things, for a time, as he walked through the rest of his history; all the steps that had brought him to this place and at this exact moment.
He had had friends of the best kind. Those that would do anything for him and he would do anything for them. They had overcome the tyrants of the world and all who came in contact with them fell in love. Not with the people but with the life that followed the people. The world had been at peace and times were good and the light was bright. But the world can not maintain like this. The world seeks balance. Just as the light always comes out of the darkness so to does the darkness come out of the light. When you drink to deeply of anything you will regret it in time.
As that time marched forward jealousy and regret settled on his mind like black soot settled of fresh white snow. And when the white cleanness of the snow fell a little slower the soot began to cover more and more of his once pure mind. It built and built until this point this moment when he was forced to forget the snow had ever existed and there was nothing but darkness in him. He feared the nights now even as he embraced there protective cover. It was not so much that the night scared him but he was scared of what he could not see in the darkness. He was afraid of what lay hidden just bellow the layers of lightly packed soot in his own mind. He remembered a time when fear had once been an asset; it had helped him move and fight, but now fear only froze him in place, leaving him weak and helpless for what was to come.
He knew he would never survive to see the light again.
Aside: An ax is happiest when it is used. However, an ax can be put to use just as easily for the good of the forest as for the destruction of that forest. All the ax knows is that it is happily being used.
How had he gotten here? How had he come to this point? He had to know before the dark swept him completely away. He traced it back threw the days and months and years and found himself standing high on the black rock cliffs that stood above his home town. It had been that night. It had all started then and there. He was watching the sun set over the distant mountains. The sky fiery with reds, yellows, and pinks. He had looked forward to the coming of the night back in those days; even longed for it. It had seemed to him then that the night was when the world came alive and the creatures and the people drank deeply of life. He drank to deeply that night. Latter some would say that it was lust, or selfishness that had driven him to do what he did. Some even said that it was from the gluttony he had for life. But can you be a glutton of life? Can you drink to deeply of something so great and pure as life? He thought about these things, for a time, as he walked through the rest of his history; all the steps that had brought him to this place and at this exact moment.
He had had friends of the best kind. Those that would do anything for him and he would do anything for them. They had overcome the tyrants of the world and all who came in contact with them fell in love. Not with the people but with the life that followed the people. The world had been at peace and times were good and the light was bright. But the world can not maintain like this. The world seeks balance. Just as the light always comes out of the darkness so to does the darkness come out of the light. When you drink to deeply of anything you will regret it in time.
As that time marched forward jealousy and regret settled on his mind like black soot settled of fresh white snow. And when the white cleanness of the snow fell a little slower the soot began to cover more and more of his once pure mind. It built and built until this point this moment when he was forced to forget the snow had ever existed and there was nothing but darkness in him. He feared the nights now even as he embraced there protective cover. It was not so much that the night scared him but he was scared of what he could not see in the darkness. He was afraid of what lay hidden just bellow the layers of lightly packed soot in his own mind. He remembered a time when fear had once been an asset; it had helped him move and fight, but now fear only froze him in place, leaving him weak and helpless for what was to come.
He knew he would never survive to see the light again.
Aside: An ax is happiest when it is used. However, an ax can be put to use just as easily for the good of the forest as for the destruction of that forest. All the ax knows is that it is happily being used.
posted by The Golden Retirver at 13:31
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Some thoughts from a translation of the Tao Te Ching:
"Honor is a contagion deep as fear, renown a calamity profound as self."
"Longing to take hold of all beneath heaven and improve it… I’ve seen such dreams invariably fail."
"Return is the movement of Way." (meaning that things revolve into their opposites)
"Words of clarity sound confused."
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