[c-muses] january - eleanor roosevelt quote
The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear, for newer and richer experience.
Takes place during this.
The world is a vast and open place filled with the opportunities of a thousand lifetimes and the promise of countless days with uncertain outcomes and predetermined futures. It’s the only true perpetual motion machine, never going still or silent as billions of hearts beat and trillions of dreams are born and slaughtered by the relentless machinations of time and space.
The limitless potential and beauty of this complicated structure of humanity, destiny, and divinity defies any words. There is no description for it, no way to give it shape and meaning in the human psyche. Language makes these delineations between one thing and another possible, but language is too small a thing to encompass the greatest cosmic secrets that mankind has been chasing for countless centuries.
These complicated ideas and concepts sit at the heart of the most basic human emotion and the simplest pattern of thoughts an individual can have. They are the seed that they spring from, universal truths that the building blocks of life are crafted from. Three words…that’s all it takes to condense everything into a notion that human minds can grab hold of, allowing these seeds to take root and give life.
Three words unlock the answers to the questions we would ask of God on our day of judgment. Three words make all things possible.
It could happen.
Tommy Karras never understood the breadth and the splendor of Hope’s most fundamental shape until he felt a long sought connection open inside of him with enough force to break, not open the shackles on his hands and feet. It fed him with an energy he didn’t think he could ever feel, a purity of power and intent that was so strong it shattered the coffin lid over him instead of simply unlatching it.
Sitting straight up in the middle of the warehouse where he was rehearsing, he felt like a live conductor for pure power as he turned to seek out Carbone’s gaze nearby.
“Dude, is that…?”
Watching his cousin, Carbone’s features lit up with the same smile that was on Tommy’s face as they felt Baileigh’s heart speak to them through the very force that animated them.
Something could shake loose. A name could click…it could happen.
Hopping out of the coffin, Tommy walked over and high-fived Carbone with a broad smile.
“Dude, that shit’s better than sex.”
“Hey, I can say that. You can’t.”
“Whatever, man. Help me clean up all this broken glass…I wanna go see her, see what caused this.” Tommy laughed, feeling truly jubilant for the first time in weeks. “If she can feel this way now, then there’s still hope we can get her back. C’mon!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 449
Takes place during this.
The world is a vast and open place filled with the opportunities of a thousand lifetimes and the promise of countless days with uncertain outcomes and predetermined futures. It’s the only true perpetual motion machine, never going still or silent as billions of hearts beat and trillions of dreams are born and slaughtered by the relentless machinations of time and space.
The limitless potential and beauty of this complicated structure of humanity, destiny, and divinity defies any words. There is no description for it, no way to give it shape and meaning in the human psyche. Language makes these delineations between one thing and another possible, but language is too small a thing to encompass the greatest cosmic secrets that mankind has been chasing for countless centuries.
These complicated ideas and concepts sit at the heart of the most basic human emotion and the simplest pattern of thoughts an individual can have. They are the seed that they spring from, universal truths that the building blocks of life are crafted from. Three words…that’s all it takes to condense everything into a notion that human minds can grab hold of, allowing these seeds to take root and give life.
Three words unlock the answers to the questions we would ask of God on our day of judgment. Three words make all things possible.
It could happen.
Tommy Karras never understood the breadth and the splendor of Hope’s most fundamental shape until he felt a long sought connection open inside of him with enough force to break, not open the shackles on his hands and feet. It fed him with an energy he didn’t think he could ever feel, a purity of power and intent that was so strong it shattered the coffin lid over him instead of simply unlatching it.
Sitting straight up in the middle of the warehouse where he was rehearsing, he felt like a live conductor for pure power as he turned to seek out Carbone’s gaze nearby.
“Dude, is that…?”
Watching his cousin, Carbone’s features lit up with the same smile that was on Tommy’s face as they felt Baileigh’s heart speak to them through the very force that animated them.
Something could shake loose. A name could click…it could happen.
Hopping out of the coffin, Tommy walked over and high-fived Carbone with a broad smile.
“Dude, that shit’s better than sex.”
“Hey, I can say that. You can’t.”
“Whatever, man. Help me clean up all this broken glass…I wanna go see her, see what caused this.” Tommy laughed, feeling truly jubilant for the first time in weeks. “If she can feel this way now, then there’s still hope we can get her back. C’mon!”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 449