#rothfuss
*Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”*
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Bugs, and bogs, and battlecrys,
thieves, and trolls, and dragons fly.
Sword and sorcery,
shield and steam.
Clink and clack,
shine and gleam.
Mythril, chain, and leather works.
Sigils, pain and thrusting dirks.
Student, Teacher
words and wind.
Music, Fae,
and naming things.
Mistborn, alloys, Kredik Shaw,
Kandra and Inquisitors.
Rohan Mordor,
Minas Tirith,
Rings and Orcs,
Hobbit village.
From child, to teen, to present me;
escape, and dreams, and fantasy.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
What would you say to me
If I told you that all things
have a name?
A name, created forever ago-
A name singular, secret and sacred-
A name that grants form?
What if I told you
that if you cried out
The Name of the Moon,
You could bathe at mid-day
under its dappled, failing shine-
playing partner to its light?
That if you called to the skies
you could surround yourself
with a span of azure infinity,
Paint sun-songs with hidden words,
Or caress cloud-worn creations while
floating in blue nothingness?
To think; You could merely utter
The Name of Oceans - That
vast implication; You could
Summon distant, breaking shores
for your own inspection and approval-
To satisfy the simplest curiosity?
Would you say it was a fantasy?
Something grand to ponder;
And then regretfully forget?
That to strum the chords of creation
with key-words and mere intentions,
Is a blasphemy?
But what if... What if
I spoke to you the Name of Love,
As soft as daylight-sighs ending?
Would you scoff at my audacity,
To arrogantly manipulate its meaning
by not letting it go free?
Or would you realize, and see-
That despite all that power, I can't find
the name for what you mean to me?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC