MisterMonster
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Ok, ignore that the title sounds like some totally badass Death Metal.
Chains rust, and weaken and break, and snag, and become slippery from sweat. Rope will fray, and snap, and if you tie it well enough, can only be cut away. Leather will harden and fall apart, and wear down with enough passing of the hourglass. She is never truly bound by these things, if she but struggles, or waits. Not even waiting until these creations erode, but merely just until the scene stops, or when cleanup time begins. Even the strongest physical bonds, are but temporary.
Ahhh, but my friend, if you are patient enough, and observant enough, and take enough notes(if like me your memory is sneered down on by goldfish and amnesiacs alike), then her mind, opens up before you can say 'sesame'! A wondrous, wild world where subtle cognitive river streams flow through creases and mountainsides, through underground caverns of self discovery, through dark recesses too small to fit even space itself, and finally into an ocean, an underworld kingdom of beauty and majestic awe, of every sight, and smell, and touch, every sob, caress, sigh, moan, laugh, chuckle, every sweet nothing, every color, every sound, every sharp intake of breath at the discovery of something far beyond herself or any of us, every doubt about herself and everyone else around her, every reminder to doubt such doubts, every white lie to protect herself or a friend, every giggle at a lover's advances, everything and anything that's ever been experienced, compiled into a thing that rivals god itself. If you can work your way around the soft, shifting pathways, if you can navigate the currents and find your way to sea, and if you yourself understand how to bind this complicated system, to conquer it, to grip it between your iron fingers and steer it at your command, then you'll have yourself something far more permanent, and more effective than cuffs or hemp rope, than gags or blindfolds, than whips or your open hand. And if you know how to intricately cut off, or break parts of that world, to tear it down effectively and beautifully, then you'll have my respect.
BUT, if you can go to ground zero, and build it back up, better, stronger, a proud ziggurat where once there was a meager fortress, the City of Oz where once there was Kansas, then, you'll have my admiration.
That is all.
< Message edited by MisterMonster -- 12/6/2010 10:30:40 AM >
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