Exhalations
April 26th, 2007
(random notes)
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Beauty — a sword, sharp and perfect, the blade of the sun. Terrible as an army with banners. One quick stroke, and it leaves behind the utter devastation of a heart pierced through with hopeless, helpless love.
We mortals cannot see Beauty, or it would kill us. We look only at shadows and images, reflections of reality. And still we suffer; we endure the precise ache of longing, the paralysis of desire.
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I think I am loved more than I deserve, and love less than I should. It overwhelms me, so I hide away, enclosing myself in myself the way Amaterasu shut herself in a cave and stole the light of the world.
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If Sailari is power, Kaesyri is strength; Mir is the pursuit of wisdom and Caprice is the quicksilver dance of life. The girl of the cliffs, who has not yet said her name, is a woman’s heart, solitary and proud.
And Hikaru? Hikaru is joy.
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Who is this coming up from the desert–
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1. Garro | April 26th, 2007 at 3:18 pm
And still we suffer; we endure the precise ache of longing, the paralysis of desire.
isn’t anticipation half of the pleasure? I wish I could’ve said it in a more poetic way, but meh, it’d take too much time to think of. :P
also, in martial arts terms, strength + speed = power, so who’s speed/haste? :D
Rikai is contentment. ^_^
2. Mia | April 29th, 2007 at 11:36 pm
Haha. Not really. The unreachable is always a good pivot-point for poetry and prose, I suppose, but never for daily life.
I haven’t written a character based on the concept of speed yet. I’m not sure how I’d execute that sort of idea.
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