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I haven't a strong idea of spirit. I am no ghost, no haunted object, no embodiment of any once-physical thing. My consciousness is the result of magic that had, once awry, needed to be expelled into some object. Is it like that with all wizards. Sourcerors simply created the objects into which they find their power expelled. What's more, I am the broken remnants of the original magic, a second-hand creation.
Spirit... the human spirit's odd little anomaly.
The things I could say.
Suffice it to mention that the human spirit is like a spider's web -- complex, meant to catch things and retain them. Stronger than anything relative to its own size, and yet very breakable. It sticks to things easily, and feels like the wisps of something from a world we haven't yet been able to enter from this plane of existence. It is easily mimicked by dust and the fragments of the dead, but nothing quite compares to the real thing. Its creation is long and arduous, and yet routine. It is made and remade and useful when put in the right place. It holds a small, delicate creature in its center for which it acts as life itself.
It is like spun diamonds when one views it with through a soft, inner light.
Spirit... the human spirit's odd little anomaly.
The things I could say.
Suffice it to mention that the human spirit is like a spider's web -- complex, meant to catch things and retain them. Stronger than anything relative to its own size, and yet very breakable. It sticks to things easily, and feels like the wisps of something from a world we haven't yet been able to enter from this plane of existence. It is easily mimicked by dust and the fragments of the dead, but nothing quite compares to the real thing. Its creation is long and arduous, and yet routine. It is made and remade and useful when put in the right place. It holds a small, delicate creature in its center for which it acts as life itself.
It is like spun diamonds when one views it with through a soft, inner light.