Fitter. Happier.

So it begins, with beginning. And with beginnings came progressions, with progressions came growth. With growth comes the spread, the possession, the power. One can always stand in the middle of something and seek the beginning, where the power and progression begins, and one can almost always find what he seeks: where he stands.

There, in a scene not a second past or later does the beginning begin. It is where the current flows, sourced from the greatest mythologies past, with branches and spread more complex than the family tree of the gods. It is where the mead meets the maid, with lips as furious as the glorious sun in its highest seat; in red heat, in constant beat. While the seeker stands seeking, one must realize he is what he seeks: one is always in the middle of a beginning, and in the beginning of a middle.

So as it begins it shall end. And with endings come peace, the most perilous peace ever known. It comes with the quiet, and the quieter it comes, the louder the noise of the silence gets… With ringing ears, one must comprehend that the silence means nothing but noise, but not the noise of clamor but clarity. And in this clarity, there is peril; the most peaceful peril ever known. Such are endings. And with endings one must know that endings also begin with beginnings, and in knowing so, the beginning of endings we must not seek any more, nor shall we seek the beginnings of beginnings, for the only true beginning, the progressions, the growth, the spread, the power, in the most perilous peace and the most peaceful peril, is always right where we stand.


  1. missteensouthhyrule said: I just have to quote you for this.
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