There's an order to everything around here. A certain way that
people and plant life will run by that you could never find in the city.
It will run through you when you discover the order. It plays with your senses, creating a button in the back of your head. One that you feel you would die if it be left untouched.
You have to press it...you can feel it. But it will taunt you and play more and more until you meet up with it's demands. It's impossible to resist, and so you comply.
To press the button, one must give up the things you once held dear in your life: 1. Modesty 2. Taste 3. Fickle Pleasures.
Once you give in, and are allowed to press the button, you receive sensations you never believed to be humanly possible.
You can feel nature and your honest to God wild side flowing through you, and it feels amazing. I can think of no other way to describe it.
MODESTY
Modesty is one of the most pointless traits man-kind have made. That's why it's the first to go.
It's basically all of hiding your body and acting as if someone will get you if any more is revealed. The human body is a beautiful thing, no one should be ashamed of it.
No, I'm not a bisexual or homosexual or anything along those lines. Well, that's at least what I believed when I first came into the Digiworld. This is the age someone would begin to learn something such as this. Without others around besides two children years younger than I, it never came upon me.
Hell, I just might be, I don't know. I may never, and I'm just fine with that. So, what if I'm a little bias. Who really cares, there's no one out here to make such a thing matter. Only Koushirou and Mimi....
I'm sorry again. My thoughts are getting scrambled again. There's nothing out here that would keep you focused, sharp. It's simple to just begin to scatter, to take in everything and yet none at all.
Back to modesty. There are only the three of us, so who to be embarrassed of is beyond us.
So yes, I have seen them both naked. Nothing at all in reality. No hormone surge, no cares, really. Sure, maybe a little curiosity, but nothing more.
But no, we don't walk around constantly nude. Not that it's a matter of vanity, for we have none of that.
Clothes protect from heat, cold, and harsh brush. Clothing at first had purpose other than vanity and fashion. That was before people decided to take modesty into account.
They couldn't handle that they were nearly naked. They couldn't handle being seen. We don't mind, and that's why we could survive out here while others may not.
That's why survivors continue to wear clothing.
Survivors can understand, and that's why we continue on.
That's why we can live.
Taste
Taste is close, but defiantly not before modesty. It leaves quickly, letting you take in all that you have without disregarding anything.
This pleasure of life was only created by an over supply of food and varieties. People could pick an chose their pleasures.
Now, I have nothing against this sense. Personally, I loved this one, even before I had to survive. A crappy day, and all you had to do was take a bite of whatever food you loved and everything would be instantly better.
But then, you have to give it up.
That way, you can survive, and stomach for that matter, whatever food you can have.
For us, it's overly salty fish, whatever berries grow within a half- mile radius of camp, and whatever game happens to cross our paths.
I know it's not much, and yes, it sucks like hell, but it's the best you can get around here without taking yourself completely out of the way so you could never find a way home again.
So, taste had to leave. You have to get used to this one fast.
There can be no good out-come if someone refuses to eat.
Fickle Pleasures
For all of us, this seemed to be the hardest to give up. You want to hold on to something, but you have to change so quickly......
An plush apartment for a poorly built lean-to.
Three meals a day for a meager one, if you're lucky.
A life that was set and orderly, whether you wanted to admit it at times or not, for one that was as unpredictable as the weather and could be the most exciting thing you've ever experienced or boring you out of your mind.
That's why this is the hardest to get used to.
You take everything such as this for granted. Just the simple act of turning on a light switch to see at night is nothing at home.
Now we actually reminisce about those days.
It's actually hilarious, really. I don't know if anyone would actually consider anything such as structure and other humans pleasures of life. Something that makes every day worth getting out of bed and staying alive for.
That's exactly what they are.
A wise man once said that you never really appreciated anything until you didn't have it anymore.
I guess he was dead on.
But then again, another wise man said that if you love something, you had to let it go.
All that this part really proves, I suppose, is that one man had it right, and could dig deep into the human mind and see exactly what it needed to heal all wounds.
And then one was a lunatic.
It will run through you when you discover the order. It plays with your senses, creating a button in the back of your head. One that you feel you would die if it be left untouched.
You have to press it...you can feel it. But it will taunt you and play more and more until you meet up with it's demands. It's impossible to resist, and so you comply.
To press the button, one must give up the things you once held dear in your life: 1. Modesty 2. Taste 3. Fickle Pleasures.
Once you give in, and are allowed to press the button, you receive sensations you never believed to be humanly possible.
You can feel nature and your honest to God wild side flowing through you, and it feels amazing. I can think of no other way to describe it.
MODESTY
Modesty is one of the most pointless traits man-kind have made. That's why it's the first to go.
It's basically all of hiding your body and acting as if someone will get you if any more is revealed. The human body is a beautiful thing, no one should be ashamed of it.
No, I'm not a bisexual or homosexual or anything along those lines. Well, that's at least what I believed when I first came into the Digiworld. This is the age someone would begin to learn something such as this. Without others around besides two children years younger than I, it never came upon me.
Hell, I just might be, I don't know. I may never, and I'm just fine with that. So, what if I'm a little bias. Who really cares, there's no one out here to make such a thing matter. Only Koushirou and Mimi....
I'm sorry again. My thoughts are getting scrambled again. There's nothing out here that would keep you focused, sharp. It's simple to just begin to scatter, to take in everything and yet none at all.
Back to modesty. There are only the three of us, so who to be embarrassed of is beyond us.
So yes, I have seen them both naked. Nothing at all in reality. No hormone surge, no cares, really. Sure, maybe a little curiosity, but nothing more.
But no, we don't walk around constantly nude. Not that it's a matter of vanity, for we have none of that.
Clothes protect from heat, cold, and harsh brush. Clothing at first had purpose other than vanity and fashion. That was before people decided to take modesty into account.
They couldn't handle that they were nearly naked. They couldn't handle being seen. We don't mind, and that's why we could survive out here while others may not.
That's why survivors continue to wear clothing.
Survivors can understand, and that's why we continue on.
That's why we can live.
Taste
Taste is close, but defiantly not before modesty. It leaves quickly, letting you take in all that you have without disregarding anything.
This pleasure of life was only created by an over supply of food and varieties. People could pick an chose their pleasures.
Now, I have nothing against this sense. Personally, I loved this one, even before I had to survive. A crappy day, and all you had to do was take a bite of whatever food you loved and everything would be instantly better.
But then, you have to give it up.
That way, you can survive, and stomach for that matter, whatever food you can have.
For us, it's overly salty fish, whatever berries grow within a half- mile radius of camp, and whatever game happens to cross our paths.
I know it's not much, and yes, it sucks like hell, but it's the best you can get around here without taking yourself completely out of the way so you could never find a way home again.
So, taste had to leave. You have to get used to this one fast.
There can be no good out-come if someone refuses to eat.
Fickle Pleasures
For all of us, this seemed to be the hardest to give up. You want to hold on to something, but you have to change so quickly......
An plush apartment for a poorly built lean-to.
Three meals a day for a meager one, if you're lucky.
A life that was set and orderly, whether you wanted to admit it at times or not, for one that was as unpredictable as the weather and could be the most exciting thing you've ever experienced or boring you out of your mind.
That's why this is the hardest to get used to.
You take everything such as this for granted. Just the simple act of turning on a light switch to see at night is nothing at home.
Now we actually reminisce about those days.
It's actually hilarious, really. I don't know if anyone would actually consider anything such as structure and other humans pleasures of life. Something that makes every day worth getting out of bed and staying alive for.
That's exactly what they are.
A wise man once said that you never really appreciated anything until you didn't have it anymore.
I guess he was dead on.
But then again, another wise man said that if you love something, you had to let it go.
All that this part really proves, I suppose, is that one man had it right, and could dig deep into the human mind and see exactly what it needed to heal all wounds.
And then one was a lunatic.
