Post by Zappy on Feb 7, 2010 13:51:40 GMT -5
Most of this will have nothing to do with what happens on the forum, though some of it may.
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There are no shadows during the night, the time of the assassin.
What a marvelous thing is a shadow! I have seen my own silhouette walk under me as the sun rode high; I have seen a gopher the size of a large bear, the light low behind him, spreading his ominous silhouette far across the ground, I have walked the woods at twilight, my gaze alternating between the lighter areas catching the last rays of day, leafy green slipping to gray, and those darkneing patches, those areas where only a mind 's eye could go. Might a monster be there? Or might a hidden treasure, as magnificent as a lost, enchanted sword or as simple as a fox's lay withing the sheltering gloom?
One cannot walk through the night with his imagination beside him. To imagine an enemy behind one rock may very well blind a person to the real enemy behind another. To slip into a daydream is to lose that edge of readiness.
There is no place for shadows in the night. No room for imagination or free thought in the dark night. It is a place for a alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.
-Entreri
What a marvelous thing is a shadow! I have seen my own silhouette walk under me as the sun rode high; I have seen a gopher the size of a large bear, the light low behind him, spreading his ominous silhouette far across the ground, I have walked the woods at twilight, my gaze alternating between the lighter areas catching the last rays of day, leafy green slipping to gray, and those darkneing patches, those areas where only a mind 's eye could go. Might a monster be there? Or might a hidden treasure, as magnificent as a lost, enchanted sword or as simple as a fox's lay withing the sheltering gloom?
One cannot walk through the night with his imagination beside him. To imagine an enemy behind one rock may very well blind a person to the real enemy behind another. To slip into a daydream is to lose that edge of readiness.
There is no place for shadows in the night. No room for imagination or free thought in the dark night. It is a place for a alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.
-Entreri