"Savior, conqueror, hero, villain. You are all things, Revan… and yet you are nothing. In the end, you belong to neither the light nor the darkness. You will forever stand alone."

Sith Philosophy

"Without strife, your victory has no meaning. Without strife, you do not advance. Without strife, there is only stagnation."-Yuthura Ban

How do we grow? How do we overcome our limitations and obstacles in life? People have always said that the only way to move forward was to face our fears, but sometimes, it just doesn't seem to work. Well perhaps it goes down to how willing the individual is to embrace that fear and turn it back on itself. Using it to force the individual to change, grow, and evolve. Traditionally in fictional universes, its the bad guys who use this to justify all they do, but truly, we suscribe to this school of thought far more than is healthy, at times. Conflict does, however, ensure that only the strong attain their goals, leading us down the path to perfection. Well by perfection, in this case, we're going to have to leave out sympathy. As it has been so aptly put by others, "Sentients only deserved what they were strong enough to take and those too weak to protect themselves were fair game."

Ah damn it. I'll continue this post another time. I'm distracted. Which is good.

Auf Weidersehen

"From the smallest of actions, the smallest of kindnesses, great tragedies are made."


It's been some time, and I have yet to understand what it is that bind me to this totem of despair. Perhaps it is the seemingly callous manner in which you carry on. But then again, who can fault one for so commendably hitting the ground running. I think I had my head stuck up in the clouds for too long, blithely assuming that things would be all fluffy clouds and chirping birds. Well reality check, since plan A isn't producing results, lets take a raincheck on that, and initiate plan B; pack up and skeddle. ok raincheck on this post as well, external circumstances dictate that I ought to go to bed now. As in, NOW. Not the first time i've had to abandon a pursuit in mid-process, so no loss. Ach. whatever you say.


Auf Weidersehen

I don't like my timetable, I don't like the way things are, and I sure as hell don't like you.

Nothing to be done about that now no? I think they're right. It isn't all white and black. There is no clear defined line that seperates the 2 differents states. As is the case in this messed up little world we live in, we can never really be either. Rather, we exist in a state of flux, oscillating between the two states as circumstances dictate. Some believe we have the ability to choose. Others believe it is our God given right. I believe that one has the ability to choose, but the ultimate choice lies in the untrustworthy hands of those with which you deal. If it so suits them, they might concur with your decision. Should it not, then the stronger one will come out on top. Of course, it isn't the stronger one who comes up tops. It's the one who's willing to settle for his or her lot in life, to be happy with what he's got, though not neccessarily contented. Or perhaps it is the one who is willing to compromise the lot of another in order to improve his or her own. One who will not let someone else's interests get in the way of his or her own. Who really? And Which one of those are we? Or are we the ones who lose out, the ones who have sacrificed our own dreams so that the dreams of others may live on? Or perhaps we are both?

But what does it matter? Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world. To dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way, who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain of trying.

And in that spirit, I give in to a very simple need. The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect and to know in our hearts, that we are not alone.

I want to walk on the side of my choosing, I don't want to face the uncertainty and insecurity of that deep and terrible grey any longer.

Auf weidersehen

Ich liebe Sie

I. Haven't. Forgotten.

I would like nothing more now than to hear you say it one more time. But we all know very well thats not going to happen. So God help me, help me open that closet door and face those monsters. I had reached a point where I could put it aside into the far reaches of my mind, then you had to come and drag it all back out into the light. I can't run from it, everything seems to have an affliation to it. Damn it all. Damn it all for being this way.

Auf Weidersehen

Stand with me, in the shadows

"You saved the cheerleader, so we could save the world."

We're rebuilding after it all. Piece by piece we pick up the shards and attempt to piece it all back together again. And we find a new being within, one who is stronger, one who is wiser.

We hold close those on whom we depend. Yet we find that it is not who we thought it would be, and a new bastion rises out of the ashes of our past. The smallest of disturbances can result in far reaching ripples, and this disturbance is far from small. Perhaps when the ripples die down, the water will be all the calmer, and the light of a new beginning will not be so harsh upon our skin.

Auf Weidersehen.

Seven Minutes to Midnight

We were both wrong.

It is human nature to look to the past. To the road we have travelled. To what has, so far, defined us.

It is human nature to be mesmerised by that past. And to forget our purpose, our destiny. We desperately sought solace in those kindred spirits, but it was not to be.

We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny. Capable of determining our own fate.
But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger
than ourselves give us our direction. Is it God, who intervenes and decides our fate?

We sought God in a time of light, in a moment of great joy. Yet it is now, when the sun begins to set, that we seek confirmation in God's embrace.

We have given, and we have taken. But when it came to the end of days, we're loath to accept that it has all come to nought. Here's an old poem I read once, just to ease the lack of clarity.

When the cold of Winter comes, starless nights will cover day.

In the veiling of the Sun, we will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams i can still hear your name.

And in dreams we will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall and we come to end of days,

In the dark i hear a voice calling me there,

I will go there and back again

Auf Weidersehen, even though I don't want it to be so.

and I Think God Can Explain

The earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. Fom fate, from God, from yourself, from the truth. If only you found a place far enough away.

So you run. To the edge of the earth, where all is safe again, quiet and warm. The solace of salt air, the peace of troubles left behind, the luxury of grief. And maybe for a moment, you believe you have escaped.

You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you have neither the strength nor cunning to hide from destiny, that the world is not small, you are. And fate, can find you anywhere.

To survive in this world, we hold close to us those people on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears. But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existance in peril.

All we can do, is run.

This is an egg-zellent trailer. well ok a bit cliched in certain visual aspects, but its really good no? The music is lovely ( if anyone knows the song title or can send it to me, TELL ME PLEASE!) and the visuals are amazing. Ah the things I watch at work.
Interesting, isn't it? The imagery and the words chosen for this trailer, and for much of the Heroes series, it can apply to us mere mortals :) yeah admit it, we're homogenous, as Hiro said, yogurt. pffft. Not as different as we thought we'd be, but no matter. Humans have always had the need to bond, and who better to seek a bond with, then those who are similar to ourselves. Although sometimes, they're not all that similar.
Aniron, Auf weidersehen

Where does it come from, this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions cannot be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream?
Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all, not delving, not yearning.

But that is not human nature, not the human heart, that is not why we are here.

Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world. To dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way, Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain of trying.

So much struggle for meaning, for purpose, and in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic, and the mundane.

The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect and to know in our hearts, that we are not alone.

exerpt from Heroes

Which do you want, a life of happiness or a life of meaning?

Choose one, and choose wisely.