The chains shuffle beneath him.
He is floating, ever so strangely, above a storming sea.
As he sways, chained to a mighty stone, facing the ocean and bearing the lashes of the tide and the chains digging into his skin, he sleeps.
And he dreams.
He dreams of a day when this will all be over, when he will have broken the balls and chains which bind him to the shallow earth. He is a baby, in a cradle, and as Leonardo da Vinci once said, one cannot eternally live in a cradle.
And he dreams. But he does not act.
Ever since what happened five years before, he's given in. He dreams and wishes, but he refuses to struggle against the chains. After all, he's tried that. The chains only grow tighter, you know. It's like quarks if you ever paid attention in science class. When quarks are pulled away from one another inside a proton, they defy all previous notions of physics.
The resistance grows stronger with the struggle, not dwindling weaker like it should. And even when you do manage to separate the two, they just multiply.
This prison is not unlike a pair of quarks.
Lord, give me wings to fly from this wretched coop.
Lord, give me eyes to see beyond this dark fog.
Lord, give me flame to burn the dread in my soul.
Lord, give me ears to filter the lies and rumors that beguile me and sway me.
Lord, give me serenity to accept my reflection and not be a slave to my mind.
He just wants to break free, to emancipate himself from this cruel world.
And it is about time he earned the power necessary to break the chains that bind us to this world.
The only way to truly free oneself, is to draw power from deep within oneself.
To awaken to a whole new world, far beyond that of our own, and use that as a tool of liberation.
Water flows so freely.
It needs not obey the rigid structure of society or morality.
Within the souls of all men and women, there lies a sea, with water so clear and free.
And new life, new freedom, much like the primordial soup of days past, shall be born from that sea of souls.
