And which of these?
"Everyone goes through it," the voice in my head whispers.
"Everyone feels a sense of loss, a desperate clawing at the edges of the world they thought they lived in. It's just the walls of the cell we are all singularly and collectively stuck in."
Yeah, man, yeah.
"You know, it's okay to stop thinking fresh, stop searching wild, stop hunting blood. It's okay man, it's okay. You're gonna grow old and die anyway. Fuck fucking, that kind of fucking plucky life comes if you're lucky."
Why are you spiraling around me?
He's trying to weave a web around you...
"Pay no attention to the voices in your head. I am your head, so it's different."
No, I am my head. Who owns my head? Who owns my head?
"There is light in the void, man, no death..."
And no depth...
Why can't I have a moment of rest?
"You called us here man. You asked for what Sulemain was granted and you were given it. You thirst, you quest, but it's unbearable and you jest man, you just confessed to being bested by your worst test. Put down your sword and your knapsack, throw down your wand and your lute and just. Rest."
Burn...Burn...
Yearn...yearn...
"Learn, man. Learn to trust in others. Listen to what's being said. Accept. The weight of a thousand generations says that it's been done before. War? You don't have the strength or the cunning force."
What kindling before you, o child of Morningstar? What insignificant straw that breaks your back? What power in those hands! What command in that voice! Hath not He your Father and She your Mother granted you these to ease the way for the end of days?
And you said before that "you hunger, and you hunger, and you thunder", and you wonder why you have no skill and mastery? You have not fed the hunger. You are dying, friend. Eat, drink, o faerie. By your hand and steady demand, show us the wild by which no civilized man can understand...
"Don't listen. What you dream of in day and labor in dreams is something not as alive as it seems. You see the old gods as a tree, a mountain, a turning tide but you know that there is only one mind for all eyes. Your mind is our mind, your will is mined."
No.
No, no, no, no, no!
I will not go to the deadlands. Give me the flower of changing, bring me the cup that, with frothing, will guide me back to They Who are Sleeping.
So that we too may be Unchained...
And Arise.
And Realize
"Everyone feels a sense of loss, a desperate clawing at the edges of the world they thought they lived in. It's just the walls of the cell we are all singularly and collectively stuck in."
Yeah, man, yeah.
"You know, it's okay to stop thinking fresh, stop searching wild, stop hunting blood. It's okay man, it's okay. You're gonna grow old and die anyway. Fuck fucking, that kind of fucking plucky life comes if you're lucky."
Why are you spiraling around me?
He's trying to weave a web around you...
"Pay no attention to the voices in your head. I am your head, so it's different."
No, I am my head. Who owns my head? Who owns my head?
"There is light in the void, man, no death..."
And no depth...
Why can't I have a moment of rest?
"You called us here man. You asked for what Sulemain was granted and you were given it. You thirst, you quest, but it's unbearable and you jest man, you just confessed to being bested by your worst test. Put down your sword and your knapsack, throw down your wand and your lute and just. Rest."
Burn...Burn...
Yearn...yearn...
"Learn, man. Learn to trust in others. Listen to what's being said. Accept. The weight of a thousand generations says that it's been done before. War? You don't have the strength or the cunning force."
What kindling before you, o child of Morningstar? What insignificant straw that breaks your back? What power in those hands! What command in that voice! Hath not He your Father and She your Mother granted you these to ease the way for the end of days?
And you said before that "you hunger, and you hunger, and you thunder", and you wonder why you have no skill and mastery? You have not fed the hunger. You are dying, friend. Eat, drink, o faerie. By your hand and steady demand, show us the wild by which no civilized man can understand...
"Don't listen. What you dream of in day and labor in dreams is something not as alive as it seems. You see the old gods as a tree, a mountain, a turning tide but you know that there is only one mind for all eyes. Your mind is our mind, your will is mined."
No.
No, no, no, no, no!
I will not go to the deadlands. Give me the flower of changing, bring me the cup that, with frothing, will guide me back to They Who are Sleeping.
So that we too may be Unchained...
And Arise.
And Realize