Questions

Another day brings another beginning and a long overdue story.

Weird are the ways in which we have decisions and responsibilities thrust upon us. Choice is a singularly brilliant word. It gives you the impression that you are like a bird that can fly about in its own kingdom relishing every moment of it.

You aren’t any of that.

All you are is a mere pebble with loads of other pebbles. The other pebbles push you around and you fall into place. As goes with pebbles, some are bigger some smaller, but however big a pebble is, there is always a pebble bigger. Sometimes a pebble breaks away and decides that it has had enough, thus emerges a renegade.

These renegades are sources of energy. They cascade on giving away energy to other smaller pebbles, the smaller the pebble the better. To assume that you have choice is an error that you have been programmed to commit. Look around you and there would be a source of energy, emanating radiance and power, from whom you have grasped a certain bit of energy to continue forth rolling away in the river.

The physics which we base most of our genius on applies not only to the natural world but also to human psyche. It would make sense to assume so, as we are finally part of one single whole universe derived from one point. Explaining natural phenomenon occurring around you would have to essentially explain how the human mind works.

But of course there are flaws in this argument, the most obvious being emotions, What causes a single pebble to be attracted to another one when the other pebbles are not doing the same? A similar scenario can be envisioned for other emotions such as hate. Jealousy though is just a case of a certain pebble having more power.

The dark lord uses this power to further his own ends. What the ends are, no one knows. But you would assume that these ends are bad wouldn’t you. What is bad? Would things change dramatically?

I seem to be switching over to the dark side, but I can assure you I am not. There comes a time when every knight of the light questions his mission.

Is faith the end all and be all?

"The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath"

The Unknowns

It really is a matter of concern for one and all the kind of power that rumors seem to have on us. We would rather listen to ramblings of a person who has heard about a particular incident from some source or the other. Concocted or not, we do not care.

These rumors are the weapons that the dark lord uses at will against us mortals, and it is us mortals from whom they originate for the one power has for good or bad bestowed in us the need and desire for knowledge.

Along with this comes the need to find things that are extraordinary. I theorize that this too is because of the gift of death and mortality that the one has bestowed on us. We are but slaves looking to higher beings for ways to redeem ourselves. An extraordinary event is like an elixir to us, giving us hope. And thus our greatest strength becomes a weakness we cannot get away from.

"The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know."

The Struggle

We begin one more day.. nothing to look forward to.

A dark cloud looms over the lives of many. There is dismay written as far as the eye can see.
This calls for virtues like valour, courage and steadfastness but all that rises in the deep recesses of the mind is Rage... Rage and despair.

The epic struggle begins again as it always does. There are no beginnings or ends to time but this is a beginning. The few who rise to the occasion will be the chosen, who will rule till the dawn of the new age. I call forth all that is in me to rise and fight against the forces of evil. The dark lords shall be vanquished and light will triumph


I have my Quizzes. :(


"Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all."

The beginning of the end

Hello all.
I welcome myself to the blogging community.
I see this as an outlet for all those "intellectually gifted" people to show how gifted they actually are. I am probably being hypocritical here but thats how i percieve this particular pastime to be.

I just read this article in the paper about how a terminally ill person shared his experiences on a daily basis on a blog and enriched the lives of so many others. Its basically many soap operas put onto the net. You choose one and if you like it - stick to it.

The other way of looking at it of course is a vehicle to vent your frustration, anger, happiness - in short emotions. But isnt that what friends are for? Or have we reached that state of degeneracy that we believe a blog is a better way to express yourself than just going and speaking it out to a fellow compatriot.

Now we can argue saying that there will be people who cant really talk freely. But whats the point of letting your emotions out for the whole world to see. There are a few blogs which are arbitrary by which i mean that they just are posts of disjoint stories written by a single person. Supposing that we are friends/acquaintances of that particular person, we read those stories and develop opinions. We give him our opinions and its very constructive criticism. But whats the point of many "hits" then? more constructive criticism? more popularity? or just more cash?


I hope you see why this blog is called The Battle of Evermore.


"The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone. "