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"Illusion of Faith" By Spooky Jr.
Some say truth is an illusion. A look into your deepest wishes. A mind trick playing on your hopes. You want something so badly, you will search and look into your inner-most self; pulling out pieces you never imagined.
I wonder now, standing at the waters edge, if an illusion could stand out so clear. So bold. Taking someone's faith and beliefs and make them question it so.
Turning, what you thought, was your hopes for the truth into an imaginary figment of imagination. Mulder would agree. If it is an illusion, so much has been lost at its stakes. Sanity, hope, faith and so much more.
I wonder now Mulder, if your faith has dwindled so much that it is now only an illusion in itself. If the light, that once burned so deep in you, has burned out.
So much has been discovered and looking out at the vast ocean I wish I could turn back time. When things were simple and hopes still stood high.
When idea's were still fresh and innovation still took place. When what you saw was what was really there. Breathing in the misty sea air, I am brought back to a childhood memory.
One weekend we were brought down to the beach. Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Melissa and myself. We all wanted to go swimming, so Mom made a place on the sand by the water and we all set out.
I, being the curious one, took on a bet that I could swim out the furthest. I swam and swam until I turned back and saw nothing. Everything was gone. A mist had formed over the ocean and Bill and Charlie had done started back for land.
I turned back around in the water and sure enough behind me was Mom and Bill, standing at the waters edge waiting for me to swim back to shore.
I remember telling Mom how I had gotten turned around, but don't remember losing my path. It was a figment of my imagination, Mom had said. That sometimes tricks are played on the mind.
It makes me remember that and I think back to all the times Mulder wanted to see his sister. If what he wanted to see so bad formed in his mind appearing and playing on his vulnerability.
In life goals are set. Some are simple. The harder the goal the more work is done to reach it. I have set so many for myself and my work, that I wonder now if it's worth it.
I think back now of so much that has been accomplished and it replenishes my faith. I look ahead and once more the goal in sight again.
FIN.