Sunday, November 4, 2012

An Imagined Beginning

A lone figure emerges from the dark expanses of a mysterious realm. Nothing is tangible save the darkness, the fog, the loneliness, the stillness. The human just arrived seems to be searching for something concrete in this desolation. A horizon to reach; to follow and explore. Yet nothing reveals itself, and just so soon in his journey, the adventurer sinks to his knees in defeat. Lost in his wandering, shaky in his confidence, the beginning almost seems the end.
Yet alas! A shimmer of light appears; a horizon! Hope floods the land of mystery, illuminates the landscape and fills it with opportunity and purpose. Stumbling to his feet, the adventurer meets a new day.

2 comments:

  1. ...and a new way, as he realizes his horizon is his own imagination, and that he is within the darkness of dreams...except that it's real.

    Except he doesn't know what to call this place or where he is. He can only remember how he got here.

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  2. How he got here, and where he is supposed to be going. The darkness of dreams is also the darkness of myths, a place not welcoming to those not savvy with adventure.
    Away into the horizon that he faces with eyes alight. Away to promises, into the history that is his future.

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