My own ramblings ... mainly for my own edification
It was a dark and stormy night, which, while technically true, would be trite and simple if my life were ever put in to book form. Truly, if my life were put in to book form, I would much prefer it to read something like...
The snap-hum of the ignited lightsaber cut the silence of the night. Raindrops hissed angrily as they struck the blade. The darkness was only pushed back slightly by the sudden glow, creating a dimly lit sphere of light which only served to make the surrounding darkness seem that much more solid and foreboding.
Too bad nobody takes stories about Jedi Knights seriously. Everyone vilified Jar-Jar Binks for rotting the myth of the Star Wars ficton. Yet I would place the blame squarely upon the shoulders of the man who took it and twisted it. He was its creator, the mind from which it sprung forth. Yet unlike the Greek gods, it was not created fully formed at the very instant of its birth. More like we mere mortals, it required time to grow and change. This evolution was not the work of one man. Many hands wrought the changes and many minds shaped the final destiny of this story. Yet all it took was the hubris of one man; one person who disregarded history and sought to do single handedly what took an entire community to bring to fruition.
Maybe instead... (with apologies to Jim Butcher, whose world I presume to trespass within)
Darkness descended. With it came a quiet stillness as all the sounds of the world slowly faded away. The darkness pressed in like a living thing, surrounding and enveloping. The feel, the sense, of it though was the antithesis of life. It was cold and still and unchanging. I pushed back at this darkness, at this anti-life. I reached forth for the fabric of the universe, the stuff of life which permeates each and all of us. Pulling in the magic and guiding it with my will, I sucked it in like a sponge and held it. When enough energy filled me, so much that my heart sang and my blood surged with exultation, I then pushed forth allowing it to spill out of me in a torrent. Yet I did not shape the energy or give purpose to it, as I would if I were creating a spell to harden the air around me in to a defensive barrier, nor did I channel it in to the explosive release of heat and light that would erupt in a channel of flame. Instead I merely let the magic out in a steady aura, almost a fog of pure magic and life, which poured forth from every inch of me. This fog built slowly at first, but then with ever increasing density. The blackness around me attempted to contain and suffocate, but the magic had already begun to permeate the edges of the blackness. It mingled and bound to the blackness, not attempting to overcome but rather to mix and to change. As the bright light of the magic fog combined more and more with the fog of blackness, I finally began to see dim lights through the blackness. While the night sky had been dark to my eyes before, it seemed to be alive now with vibrant hues of purple and blue-blackness, compared with the utter dark and stillness from before. Finally the last wisps of the black fog dissipated as it consumed, and was consumed by, the flow of magic from me.
I wonder if there's room in Harry Dresden's world for a like-minded Wizard to visit from time to time? ;)
The snap-hum of the ignited lightsaber cut the silence of the night. Raindrops hissed angrily as they struck the blade. The darkness was only pushed back slightly by the sudden glow, creating a dimly lit sphere of light which only served to make the surrounding darkness seem that much more solid and foreboding.
Too bad nobody takes stories about Jedi Knights seriously. Everyone vilified Jar-Jar Binks for rotting the myth of the Star Wars ficton. Yet I would place the blame squarely upon the shoulders of the man who took it and twisted it. He was its creator, the mind from which it sprung forth. Yet unlike the Greek gods, it was not created fully formed at the very instant of its birth. More like we mere mortals, it required time to grow and change. This evolution was not the work of one man. Many hands wrought the changes and many minds shaped the final destiny of this story. Yet all it took was the hubris of one man; one person who disregarded history and sought to do single handedly what took an entire community to bring to fruition.
Maybe instead... (with apologies to Jim Butcher, whose world I presume to trespass within)
Darkness descended. With it came a quiet stillness as all the sounds of the world slowly faded away. The darkness pressed in like a living thing, surrounding and enveloping. The feel, the sense, of it though was the antithesis of life. It was cold and still and unchanging. I pushed back at this darkness, at this anti-life. I reached forth for the fabric of the universe, the stuff of life which permeates each and all of us. Pulling in the magic and guiding it with my will, I sucked it in like a sponge and held it. When enough energy filled me, so much that my heart sang and my blood surged with exultation, I then pushed forth allowing it to spill out of me in a torrent. Yet I did not shape the energy or give purpose to it, as I would if I were creating a spell to harden the air around me in to a defensive barrier, nor did I channel it in to the explosive release of heat and light that would erupt in a channel of flame. Instead I merely let the magic out in a steady aura, almost a fog of pure magic and life, which poured forth from every inch of me. This fog built slowly at first, but then with ever increasing density. The blackness around me attempted to contain and suffocate, but the magic had already begun to permeate the edges of the blackness. It mingled and bound to the blackness, not attempting to overcome but rather to mix and to change. As the bright light of the magic fog combined more and more with the fog of blackness, I finally began to see dim lights through the blackness. While the night sky had been dark to my eyes before, it seemed to be alive now with vibrant hues of purple and blue-blackness, compared with the utter dark and stillness from before. Finally the last wisps of the black fog dissipated as it consumed, and was consumed by, the flow of magic from me.
I wonder if there's room in Harry Dresden's world for a like-minded Wizard to visit from time to time? ;)