Wednesday, June 22, 2011

An age old lesson

There are infinite worlds within your imagination - and in each of them everything is true.

There are worlds where you are sovereign, where none can defeat you, where every weapon is your own.

It is in these worlds where you are safe, where none suffer, where you are at ease.

These worlds call to us, through their characters, which appear as bunnies, magicians, and audiences alike.

It is these characters, that call to us, that speak louder than our own minds and that will shout through a thousand soundproof walls to let us know they're there.

And for the thousands of battles, skirmishes and melees. They have thousands of salves, bacta, and potions. Thousands of shields, walls, and moats. Thousands of knives, ICBMs, and singularity cannons.

And we will win. How could we not. With every troop to our disposal, every ability at our command, and every weapon in our arsenal. Victory is ours alone...

These victories are real. These battles, are real. These worlds, are real.

As real as the mind that conjured them.

So when we look inwards and feel that the fight has left us. That we cannot sally on. That defeat is imminent.

Remember.

In there. Where we are sovereign. Where we are the Creator. Where there is no greater power than ourselves.

We find all the weapons, all the defences, all the support - we will ever need.

"Daeldala betrayed us - to ourselves."