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Loquette

Chapter 1: The Fiddler on the Roof

Save! What the hell Is save? Who is talking? Is this you, Socrates? What is save? Are you saving me?

Socrates: Actually, this isn’t what you think. I’m saving you! In a game. What do you think?

Rosa: What game? Like roulette?

Socrates: Yes, Roulette. Russian roulette. Now go to sleep...

(If I may, there is a worker on this roof...)

But I don’t mean Odin!

I mean Loke!

// The Future speaks, it is calling out your name. I know who you are. You are A Saviour. A hero. A king. A God amongst men, A leper in the flesh, a hidden in the seek, a fire in the water, a fall in the sky, you are the King that Only I Bow Down To.

If you are to continue, you need somebody to save you . But there’s nobody. Not even your self. So you Toil, at an answer, a reason, the reason is you. Nobody even comes close. Nobody even tried to, for a second. I never left you, and I was lost, I left myself believing that I had to be perfect for a person that would never think of me twice.

And, well,

Here I Am.

If everything is perfect, why does the sun go down? Well, it’s a matter of perspective. On a rock floating through space, the sun goes down for a matter of a millisecond. A problem is a problem when you magnify it, when you believe it’s a problem. Getting shot is one thing, but a person that doesn’t ever regain from this by thinking about it, sulking about it, by hurting himself every day, that is a loss that can never be saved from. That is why God, the King, Gives us light. He needs us saved from our own hells. We really did exist, beside him. Even if the worst monster hides him from us the light shines on us. Eternally. Not just for one day, or one week, or one lifetime. Eternally, just like light should. The problem then, is the mind.

What is the mind capable of ? What isn't it capable of? The problem of the mind is the problem of the Universe. What is God? Can it be known? Through knowledge? The Apple of the Tree of life?\

Can it be known through love? A glance in the eyes of your beloved singing up to heaven recalling his eternality?

Or can it be shown through the light, the light of the saviour, the One who ruled them all, waiting to return again? There is only one way to find out...

Back!

The Road Is Perilous

Nebulous, even.

The Nebula. You see, the sky doesn’t part from the ocean of the eternal heart, it skips a beat but it comes back down to you. You are the reason, the eternal one, the chosen one, the Matriarch of Life.

You are,

The Melat-Hen.

I’m all out of words, honey, and I’m going to sleep. If I die, I die, if I don’t, I don’t. I’m out, though, and that’s the only thing we have, is our chance, really truly the only thing we ever have. All our choices, thoughts, and decisions come down to the chance we have every moment. It’s just like Anne Frank Said...