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i'm walkin' down a bone-dry river the cool mirage runs true
i'm bankin' on the fables of the far, far better things we do
i'm livin' for the day of reck'nin countin' down the hours
--Tanglewood Tree, Dave Carter
Horror
People die by the thousands every day. Some grow old. Some have accidents. Some cross invisible lines in the sand drawn by impossible creatures - things out of myth and legend. Some die in unthinkable ways, and worse yet others don't get to die.
Yet, even with all the unspeakables that walk the night, they are not the true threat. Our own hand is at the knife in our side. We are the twisted teachers for our own myths. The horrors we release across the world daily with our ideas and actions have no peers. Indeed the very greatest of horrors were carried on the backs of the common man, all while those with true hearts watch without a sound. With every cycle these patterns strengthen and add a darker thread to our tapestry.
Apathy
The masses of humanity resemble a large boat that with great effort you can rock, but never tip over. Humanity can sculpt its own path and world if it weren't for a lack of motivation. Every child starts out with bustling curiosity and an abundance of caring. Then comes the system to suck the joys and triumphs out of life, leaving most are content to watch their TV's and huddle behind a dead bolted door at night, never caring about what could have been.
The lynch mobs and courts of inquest are long forgotten into myths and dreams. The Holy Inquisition is written off as a tragedy. The decedents of the survivors forget when they sought and fought the darkness they pushed into the shadows. The reigns of destiny have fallen slack in their hands, forgotten while the masses watch this week's rerun.
Hope
Hope like a fluttering flame hanging on by a point to the candle provides light in the darkness. Many from every walk of life struggle daily to keep the light alive: the teen aged shelter volunteer, the protesting college student, the honest cop, the middle aged woman visiting the elderly... Yet too many give up under the burden of tasks to great for any single man. Others are sidetracked by personal pursuits. Some grow sour and jaded at the world, retreating in on themselves.
While battered and weak from attack, it is important to remember hope existsas long as the mass of souls continue to take up the fallen cause as the flame flickers and dies. This would can be changed one step at a time. As long as people try, hope will always be there.
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