Well, I really needed to get this done. I meant to put in my review of Carter and Lovecraft for weeks now, but circumstances and procrastination make for terrible bedfellows when you want to get things done. Well, here is my attempt at putting some words to paper, so to speak. I need to preface this with the fact that I am a fan of this author so, while I shall attempt to be as unbiased as possible, I cannot guarantee that there won’t be times when I skew a bit more than I ought. So, with that in mind, off we go.
Well, I really needed to get this done. I meant to put in my review of Carter and Lovecraft for weeks now, but circumstances and procrastination make for terrible bedfellows when you want to get things done. Well, here is my attempt at putting some words to paper, so to speak. I need to preface this with the fact that I am a fan of this author so, while I shall attempt to be as unbiased as possible, I cannot guarantee that there won’t be times when I skew a bit more than I ought. So, with that in mind, off we go.
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She walked along the path a little further, noting the richness of the sounds around her. They did not necessarily always grace her ears musically, as there were dissonant chords embedded, but the layers were pleasing. As she rounded the corner, she felt a disquiet mounting like a shadow slowly consuming a room. Ahead were forks in the footpath. As she gazed forward, there was no view to be had as to where either led, for both were concealed behind the fullness of the wood. She was struck suddenly by a realization. She had begun along a familiar course, but somewhere along the way, unbeknownst to her, she had become lost. The fullness of her will and intellect brought down upon this circumstance did nothing to alleviate the fear growing within her. There were no guiding stones upon either way forward, nor could she be sure that retracing her steps would bring her to familiar ground. This was the most uncomfortable intuition of all. In fact, she was certain that, somehow, that which she once knew to be true, wasn’t. She was not even able to easily pierce the growing dread that began permeating every inch of her spirit. The dissonant chords began to overtake the melodious; the darkening wood seemed to be a reflection of her internal state. She knelt and let the shadows have her.
There are worlds we cannot explore. So many worlds, all around us. They whisper to us every day and we cannot hear them. They get lost to us. We look to the objective to find other worlds. Worlds orbiting stars that are not our own. Worlds that look like they could mimic the environment that created us as carbon based life forms. Worlds that might possess the capacity for water. We are looking for ourselves. We cannot find us. In some ways it makes me laugh because we cannot get along with each other now. Why would we want to find a planet full of more beings similar? Not that we have any way to reach them or, equally likely, they would have a way to make it here. Yet, what if there were other worlds to explore?
I don’t think I have ever really appreciated failure. Most of us, me included, know that we learn primarily through our failures. Our successes are wonderful and they reinforce the behavior that got us to that point, but we don’t grow from it. We don’t grow because we see that illusion that we have conquered the task, even though if we really took a hard look, within that success are failures. We fear failure and because we fear it, we do everything to avoid it. When it does happen, we decide to fold up on ourselves psychologically and we lose the greatest advantage that failure produces. Growth.
There are times when you look back on your life and you go, “What the hell?” So, that could mean many things. It could mean that the time you decided to go ride that mechanical bull half in the bag was not the best idea. Perhaps it is a reminder of that time you went to the pub and picked up that really hot guy that somehow morphed into the elephant man by morning. It could also mean something much, much deeper. It could mean that your life is full of changes. It could mean that you are not content to simply be blown along a life without definition.
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Lasciel AnnwynnI am one of those. Yes, that kind. I poke around in the corners and lesser explored paths of life looking for it's mysteries. There is so much magic in the world when you open your perception to it. Look with eyes of wonder. Archives
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