imperialreign
05-15-2009, 11:53 PM
That's right, thought I'd start a thread for any of us "amateur writers" to share their work.
So, I'll kick this off with a small bit of musing of mine:
Musings
Penchant in my thoughts as I glimpse skyward, longing . . . staring into the depths of the fathomless night sky, the stars blazing ever brighter, their light fighting against the darkness, it's seems I can lose my mind amidst the vertigo that grips my sight. What answers can be found there, secluded beyond the veils, forever tempting our reaching higher and further past their solemn sunless vigil? Forever we've looked upon them, kept time by their passings, and even made their faithful presence a compass to chart our paths. But still no secrets they unveil, no answers to our prayers . . . no resolutions that stem the cascade of fears that plague our thoughts. No future have they foretold, though some might think they do - no assurance in life's deterents or complications that we face. Still, they wait, and watch . . . like a thousand eyes peering down on our follies, judging us every night . . .
And we, now oblivious - where once we honored their unavoidable presence, respected their seclusion by day and appearance by night - we now pass our time, never looking their way, and have erected sentinel-lights to shield us from their sight.
Or, perhaps, to shield ours of them.
Given our wanton nature, tis truly easier to remove the sentinels who remind us of our mortality, than it is to face our inevitable destiny and realize our true insignificance . . . but, true wisdom can be found in their depths - a wisdom we've all but left behind. The wisest of men realize that, though, our time is truly insignificant, we can better make use of our allotment with that recognition, than forgetting it's inevitability and pushing it from our minds.
To be nothing is mankind's greatest fear, although we continue to strive for that everyday - we would much rather individually burden ourselves with the present, instead of cooperating to continue our legacies . . . it's strange, that thought - the ancient civilizations were well aware of their destinies, and created wonderful structures that still stand to this day. We, eaons ahead, would much rather build for today, than create for tomorrow. We sink ourselves amidst the worry of what must be done now, and nevermind the consequences for future generations, rather than strengthen our futures that lay in the hands of our children.
So, are we truly judged by those heavenly bodies above, or merely monitored like school-children? In many ways, we should think the former - as ever they'll stand vigilant over our actions, forever keeping their peace as we abject ours.
So, I'll kick this off with a small bit of musing of mine:
Musings
Penchant in my thoughts as I glimpse skyward, longing . . . staring into the depths of the fathomless night sky, the stars blazing ever brighter, their light fighting against the darkness, it's seems I can lose my mind amidst the vertigo that grips my sight. What answers can be found there, secluded beyond the veils, forever tempting our reaching higher and further past their solemn sunless vigil? Forever we've looked upon them, kept time by their passings, and even made their faithful presence a compass to chart our paths. But still no secrets they unveil, no answers to our prayers . . . no resolutions that stem the cascade of fears that plague our thoughts. No future have they foretold, though some might think they do - no assurance in life's deterents or complications that we face. Still, they wait, and watch . . . like a thousand eyes peering down on our follies, judging us every night . . .
And we, now oblivious - where once we honored their unavoidable presence, respected their seclusion by day and appearance by night - we now pass our time, never looking their way, and have erected sentinel-lights to shield us from their sight.
Or, perhaps, to shield ours of them.
Given our wanton nature, tis truly easier to remove the sentinels who remind us of our mortality, than it is to face our inevitable destiny and realize our true insignificance . . . but, true wisdom can be found in their depths - a wisdom we've all but left behind. The wisest of men realize that, though, our time is truly insignificant, we can better make use of our allotment with that recognition, than forgetting it's inevitability and pushing it from our minds.
To be nothing is mankind's greatest fear, although we continue to strive for that everyday - we would much rather individually burden ourselves with the present, instead of cooperating to continue our legacies . . . it's strange, that thought - the ancient civilizations were well aware of their destinies, and created wonderful structures that still stand to this day. We, eaons ahead, would much rather build for today, than create for tomorrow. We sink ourselves amidst the worry of what must be done now, and nevermind the consequences for future generations, rather than strengthen our futures that lay in the hands of our children.
So, are we truly judged by those heavenly bodies above, or merely monitored like school-children? In many ways, we should think the former - as ever they'll stand vigilant over our actions, forever keeping their peace as we abject ours.