The Sorcerer's World

I have struggled so much over the past year (this is really playing it down) with the part of me that does not want to be a Warrior. It is not so much that I do not want to be a Warrior, it is precisely that, deep down, I do not wish to be discovered or disturbed and I will actually try and kill myself to avoid facing what I really am. With that said, I have grown so much that I cannot afford to let power slip by. On the other hand, I physically do not or have not had available enough power to overthrow my inner child, who's very power is my own power. I wish it were as easy just to say, hey come out! I can keep you safe now, let us stop the hide and seek, but that is just not cricket and I have done some awful indulging as a result. But the great thing about impeccability is that it is always honest, never to late (unless its tooo late) and always the right thing to do, and, more common to me now, more obvious. Which is good because I was starting to succumb to my hideous side.

With great power ( I tend to think that all power is great ((especially flower power)) comes responsibility. I see this as nothing more than ability to respond. Shucks, it really works both ways, but I'm not here to get sorry for myself ((although I am surprised that I am just getting around to it now. I came here to talk about something I saw about words.


So, without further ado.

Words mean nothing. If I speak only English and my friend speaks only french, what can we say to each other? Nothing. But what can we know while with each other? Everything we ordinarily do.

Then I saw a little man walk up some stairs and thought, yes words, they are a stair case that lead just to the top of the stair case, the ground forms bellow our (omnipotent) feet, and we have a point of view. JUMP, on to the next one, up and down the stair cases of the mind, through doors, meeting those dream people, oh wait, I think I have forgotten what ordinary life is like, ah yes, in ordinary life their is one voice, just one! When we have so many, One for each occasion, one for each glance we have with a stranger. I don't want to talk about the irrational side of life, it always will make us look nuts!!!!!! well I am a squirel afterall.