'From
something delicate to something brutal, a pattern repeated through
all of history.' – Steven Erikson
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| Broken Flowers by h.koppdelaney. |
Our history
is one of mistakes repeated...
We walk
within memories of warmth and ice, light and darkness, joy and
despair – our triumphs are ever brief and followed by the inevitable fall.
And we continue to move in circles, ever confused in a relentless
pursuit of something greater than the cold, uncompromising reality we
are faced with each and every day.
We are
chasing after ideas and ideals, our seeking and craving fuelled by
empty dreams. Dreams that have become devoid of substance by our own
lack of understanding – while we chase after greater
comprehension... Such irony.
Where will
this endless cycle lead us? Will we even glimpse a final, ultimate
goal? Circle after circle after circle...closed. Will we ever learn,
I wonder – or are we doomed to repeat our mistakes, destroy what we
create and forgo our noblest cravings?
Will we ever
not end up right where we
began? We seem to have the amazing ability to never heed the lessons
of history.
All
of this I say, my dear, vociferous readers, for a reason both simple
and ridiculously convoluted: we all know, on some level, that there
is still... something in our world that is untainted and
incorruptible. After all, we have all felt the first touch of love, or the breath of unexpected hope
– or even something as simple as a surge of sympathy for a fellow human being. And we have all,
I have no doubt, at the very least glimpsed the Beauty that has
become so very elusive of late. For the circles are ever closing...
And Beauty
is ever in peril, my friends. Whenever it would try to rise above the
shackles of this base realm of ours, chaos and destruction would rear
their ugly heads and trample its frail endeavour. Again and again we
have seen this – the rise and fall of something precious, splendid,
magnificent.
Beauty is
ever in peril. And it needs Guardians.
