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Rebirth
It has been said that when two people are truly in love, time, space, all of that garbage becomes meaningless. Perhaps that is loves true power, to allow you to re-define your own reality. They say that loves can sit with each other for hours, without having to say a word. Just sit in a rare comfortable silence and simply exist, not try to prove anything. Perhaps it is why love is so coveted, just to be at peace with yourself, just to Be yourself.
And so they sat, 2 kindred spirits, speaking poetry in volumes, without saying a word. She dosed off several times, as did Vic, but there was something indescribable in that embrace. It was as if all the world had stopped, and had somehow found harmony with all who live on her. The songs they sung to each other, with rythems of the soul, few, if any, have ever heard such a hauntingly beautiful sounds.
They had sat, just sat, for almost three hours, and watched as the remaining embers of light, died away angerly, with violent red and orange. Vic looked down, and considered the weirdness of what had happened, he didn't even know her name, yet he felt he had known her for lifetimes. There was something beautiful in feeling mussels, which felt like they had been tense sense she was born, losses.
In time, the sweet lullaby of island nights, with the ocean so gently beating the shore, and the crickets sing there sweet songs, put him asleep too:
He was standing in front of an ancient building, which he recognized as his former monastery, The place were he had spent so many hellish days and sleepless nights. The master of this place, a particularly wise man, who had a long beard, and an undefinable ora of peace, had scene some potenchal(?) in Vic and, like any good master, sought to bring it out. This meant that his path was much harder then almost all his peers...
" No! Do not seek to see the fly, feel him out."
He was in the mist of a sparing mach, fight three of the schools best students, and getting his ass kicked. " How can I fight, when I can't see" Vic protested, he was wearing a blindfold. He had fought for three hours, and could no longer feel his legs. This was where his training radicle differed from anyone, except those from his own school, in normal marshal arts, there is an order, white belt fights white, ect., you are evenly matched. Here, there is no such thing, from day one you fight the master, so fighting is not for honor, or for a pastime, you fight to live. Many people die during this training, Darwin called it natural selection, and they employ it perfectly, without even knowing who Darwin is. Each day you either train or you study in complete solitude. Every night, at any time, the master may attack you. You seek to survive.
"Again!" the master voice yelled...
He opened his eyes and shook off that memory. It was when he had first advance, after 3 years of training. He had learned so much, and found so much, but in the end it didn't matter. His master and he had disagreed, he had scene sickness sweep across the world in a matter of months, and he knew he could cure it. His master had said to leave it alone, that any attempt he made would, in the end, cause disharmony. In the end his master had called him a foolish westerner, and he had called his mentor an escapist.
He had left that stormy night, to fix the worlds problems. He laughed at himself now, how foolish he had been. How stupid...
The nights peaceful silence was broken by a coo. It was a sound of one waking up from a dream, and finding it had come true. She looked up into his eyes, and he couldn't help but be scared. Her eyes seemed to go on forever and pierce his very soul.
" Hi" She uttered.
" Hi, it's still late, you should try to get more sleep."
" No," she said, " I feel to(o?) wonderful to sleep."
Again the oddity struck him and he remembered a line from some forgotten book of poem, " I never you knew, I knew you for lifetimes, I just met you, I've known you scene be for god was born."
" What wrong?" She asked him, almost as if reading his eyes.
" I feel bad for what I said. I had no right to. I.."
" They had to wake up sometime. I am glad you did what you did."
" No, it wasn't right. I should have left them alone. I wasn't right, life, simply because it exists, has meaning. All things for simply being, have energy. That is the greatest and worst thing about being human, you make your own path... I don't even know your name. I feel as if this whole thing is happening too fast."
" Does that matter, why should it matter who we were? That is all a past is, isn't it? A projection of who we were."
" Yes, but..."
" I feel the same way" She got up and stretched a little, " But I live day to day, I have to, I am sorry, if I made you.... uncomfortable"
" I dare say you have made me the most comfortable I have ever been, but I just don't know."
" Why? What aren't you sure of? Doesn't it just feel right to you."
" Yes, and that's what scares me, I'm afraid. The last thing I loved, died."
" If you need time then take it," She said, but without any malice " I will still be here. Why do you go on?"
" What?"
" That is what I wanted to ask last night. What is the point."
" I can't tell you, because I don't know. I devoted my life to trying to understand what it means to be alive. My master once said something, ' look at it, life. You are there, though whatever divine force, and for whatever purpose, you exist. You can feel the breeze, and taste your food. You can go where you want. Realize that every second is not discovered, but made. That you are creating your world, not finding, and see the miracle of it all', I never saw what he said, but, That is the nearest I have come."
She nodded, slightly, and with that was gone. She was like a dream, to good to be true, yet to real to denie. He stood there, looking at the sun rising, and thinking how he should apologize to all them, but mostly thinking about her...
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Rebirth
It has been said that when two people are truly in love, time, space, all of that garbage becomes meaningless. Perhaps that is loves true power, to allow you to re-define your own reality. They say that loves can sit with each other for hours, without having to say a word. Just sit in a rare comfortable silence and simply exist, not try to prove anything. Perhaps it is why love is so coveted, just to be at peace with yourself, just to Be yourself.
And so they sat, 2 kindred spirits, speaking poetry in volumes, without saying a word. She dosed off several times, as did Vic, but there was something indescribable in that embrace. It was as if all the world had stopped, and had somehow found harmony with all who live on her. The songs they sung to each other, with rythems of the soul, few, if any, have ever heard such a hauntingly beautiful sounds.
They had sat, just sat, for almost three hours, and watched as the remaining embers of light, died away angerly, with violent red and orange. Vic looked down, and considered the weirdness of what had happened, he didn't even know her name, yet he felt he had known her for lifetimes. There was something beautiful in feeling mussels, which felt like they had been tense sense she was born, losses.
In time, the sweet lullaby of island nights, with the ocean so gently beating the shore, and the crickets sing there sweet songs, put him asleep too:
He was standing in front of an ancient building, which he recognized as his former monastery, The place were he had spent so many hellish days and sleepless nights. The master of this place, a particularly wise man, who had a long beard, and an undefinable ora of peace, had scene some potenchal(?) in Vic and, like any good master, sought to bring it out. This meant that his path was much harder then almost all his peers...
" No! Do not seek to see the fly, feel him out."
He was in the mist of a sparing mach, fight three of the schools best students, and getting his ass kicked. " How can I fight, when I can't see" Vic protested, he was wearing a blindfold. He had fought for three hours, and could no longer feel his legs. This was where his training radicle differed from anyone, except those from his own school, in normal marshal arts, there is an order, white belt fights white, ect., you are evenly matched. Here, there is no such thing, from day one you fight the master, so fighting is not for honor, or for a pastime, you fight to live. Many people die during this training, Darwin called it natural selection, and they employ it perfectly, without even knowing who Darwin is. Each day you either train or you study in complete solitude. Every night, at any time, the master may attack you. You seek to survive.
"Again!" the master voice yelled...
He opened his eyes and shook off that memory. It was when he had first advance, after 3 years of training. He had learned so much, and found so much, but in the end it didn't matter. His master and he had disagreed, he had scene sickness sweep across the world in a matter of months, and he knew he could cure it. His master had said to leave it alone, that any attempt he made would, in the end, cause disharmony. In the end his master had called him a foolish westerner, and he had called his mentor an escapist.
He had left that stormy night, to fix the worlds problems. He laughed at himself now, how foolish he had been. How stupid...
The nights peaceful silence was broken by a coo. It was a sound of one waking up from a dream, and finding it had come true. She looked up into his eyes, and he couldn't help but be scared. Her eyes seemed to go on forever and pierce his very soul.
" Hi" She uttered.
" Hi, it's still late, you should try to get more sleep."
" No," she said, " I feel to(o?) wonderful to sleep."
Again the oddity struck him and he remembered a line from some forgotten book of poem, " I never you knew, I knew you for lifetimes, I just met you, I've known you scene be for god was born."
" What wrong?" She asked him, almost as if reading his eyes.
" I feel bad for what I said. I had no right to. I.."
" They had to wake up sometime. I am glad you did what you did."
" No, it wasn't right. I should have left them alone. I wasn't right, life, simply because it exists, has meaning. All things for simply being, have energy. That is the greatest and worst thing about being human, you make your own path... I don't even know your name. I feel as if this whole thing is happening too fast."
" Does that matter, why should it matter who we were? That is all a past is, isn't it? A projection of who we were."
" Yes, but..."
" I feel the same way" She got up and stretched a little, " But I live day to day, I have to, I am sorry, if I made you.... uncomfortable"
" I dare say you have made me the most comfortable I have ever been, but I just don't know."
" Why? What aren't you sure of? Doesn't it just feel right to you."
" Yes, and that's what scares me, I'm afraid. The last thing I loved, died."
" If you need time then take it," She said, but without any malice " I will still be here. Why do you go on?"
" What?"
" That is what I wanted to ask last night. What is the point."
" I can't tell you, because I don't know. I devoted my life to trying to understand what it means to be alive. My master once said something, ' look at it, life. You are there, though whatever divine force, and for whatever purpose, you exist. You can feel the breeze, and taste your food. You can go where you want. Realize that every second is not discovered, but made. That you are creating your world, not finding, and see the miracle of it all', I never saw what he said, but, That is the nearest I have come."
She nodded, slightly, and with that was gone. She was like a dream, to good to be true, yet to real to denie. He stood there, looking at the sun rising, and thinking how he should apologize to all them, but mostly thinking about her...
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