Saturday, February 24, 2007
Spirit, Regret, Pain, Joy n what else
Being a Spirit isn’t without regret or pain, but I am here for eternity and now I will guide the people I love to find happiness so I can feel their joy and not this ache. Life is all about choices even the afterlife.
Its the Reasons
The tales are all the same. The ogre, or giant, or witch removes their heart and hides it still beating inside an egg, inside a chest, in a nest, in a tree, on a mountain at some forsaken corner of the barely civilized world. Not having a heart they are freed from the chains of human emotion, they become monsters for the slaying. The hero always finds the mountain, tree, nest, chest, egg and heart. The monster always dies.
The monster dies because they locked away the wrong thing. They lock away their hearts, but it isn’t the heart they need to be rid of. No the real thing they need to hide away is the reason. You don’t need egg, nest and the rest to hide the reason. You just need walls. You put the reason down in the deepest well of your consciousness and put up walls, one after another until the reason is gone and you are free.
No one knows, no hero goes searching for your monstrous heart beating lonely in its lonely forsaken hiding place. Your heart beats in your chest, just like everyone else’s. But unlike everyone else your heart no longer chains you. The reason is gone, lost behind the walls.
The monster dies because they locked away the wrong thing. They lock away their hearts, but it isn’t the heart they need to be rid of. No the real thing they need to hide away is the reason. You don’t need egg, nest and the rest to hide the reason. You just need walls. You put the reason down in the deepest well of your consciousness and put up walls, one after another until the reason is gone and you are free.
No one knows, no hero goes searching for your monstrous heart beating lonely in its lonely forsaken hiding place. Your heart beats in your chest, just like everyone else’s. But unlike everyone else your heart no longer chains you. The reason is gone, lost behind the walls.
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