Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Surveying Survivor's Meditations

Look around. Listen around. It is calm and quiet, but it is neither the calm nor the quiet of nature, where even the calm and the quiet themselves enjoy a semi-sentience, brought about by the lifeforce you can feel softly emanating from everything around you, even in the inanimation of wood and stone. No, this calm and this quiet are not alive at all, for you do not feel the binding forces you are supposed to feel with a natural calm and a natural quiet. Rather, the wood and stone are truly still, and you, instinctively empathic with your relationship with life, secretly wish you could share your lifeforce with them if only to feel the bonds with them even for a moment, for nothing is alive in the blasted landscape except for a black-clothed Death, striding calmly through the charred wood and scorched stone, praising himself for another job well done.

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