I visualize it everyday of my life. Its like the scene in the first LOTR, when Gandalf sacrifices his being for the sake of the of the fellowship. The future is not known. Its just faith. I mean, we waited a year to find out what really happened that evening in the gates of hell, however the gesture was pure nonetheless. The day was not abnormal. The SUN rose like it did the previous days of that year. And although omnipotence is everywhere, the breeze was very ordinary. There was no scent of imperfection. No Mad Starking Rave. Donuts were made that morning. Coffee was brewed and dialogue was spoken. Birds flew around this morning as if going to smoke a stogie after morning sex. No mouthwash. Than winds. Then fulfillment. Radical. That point of no return. The righteous edge of enlightenment. Indescribable. Thriller. A classic. Vintage. Most would not understand. More than likely a majority. A conductor. A member of the Outsiders and the Rebels. Scientifically proven that winning the lottery is actually worse. BUT that is a given. Tell us something we didn't know. A bluish tone. Blinding metals. Radiance abundance. A Count of Monte Cristo. King Arthur. You know heroes. Literature's finest.
"If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends."
- Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
