I don�t know why I feel this need to write. It has been drawing out my words all day now. I know that there are many things that must be said before I do what must be done.
I feel the need to bequeath to you my sparse knowledge that it not be lost to the encroaching mists of Time. I must give my legacy of wisdom, of which there is not much, so that these years have not been lived in vain. I feel the loss of everything I have ever held dear, and it weighs most heavily upon my soul. Love, friendships, relationships, all of it as vapor in a strong breeze. There is nothing more to hold me here save one thing, and even it will not last to hold me here forever.
�Ah, yes. Your continuing search for hope,� said in a derisive tone as Sir Ian McKellen looks on with scorn.
There is a lot to know, in this world. That, I think, is why I started this website. A glimpse of immortality, in a way, sending spiraling into the digital aethyr my very thoughts. What would the ancients have given for this delightful power? I�ve always been a bit egotistical, this is just my outlet. |
