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| We masters of destiny and wielders of the swords of faith and logic Peel the world away under our stern eyes of scrutiny digging down to the bones of our bodies then on to our souls we poke prod and delve into the dark mysteries of our own minds a darker and even more complex thing then even the stars for we with our mortal minds have pulled the world apart and know all that is of the world and yet we know not of our minds. Ask me about rain and I can tell you all about rain in any and all ways but ask me to define pain and I can say nothing as I know nothing of pain and have not the words to say of it and my pain is not your pain and I would not ask you to bare my pain nor would I ask to take yours as we are all meant for our own pains in life. Peel away the skin and skull and you will find this thing we call the mind gray and cold like and autumn day filled with rain and yet there are those who would endeavor to understand this thing we call the mind and to better understand man down to his bones and down to his soul and to those few I would tip my hat for they are far wiser then I and bolder in the pursuit of great knowledge. these people will wield the swords and shields of logic but their swords will no longer be that of steel and sharpend blades but pens poised against paper writing their knowledge down for in its self knowledge is a weapon and their sheilds will be books bound with leigons of people proposeing these same thoughts...these are the new warriors of the age the ones delving into the mind |
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