Happiness Is A Warm Sun
So they each confronted their fears to reconnect with their world and be able to protect it against the invasive parasites. And he confronted his fears, his guilt, his shame, etc in order to reconnect with the other world and be able to protect his own against the invasive corrupt tyrant.
Do they do this because they wish to or because they simply must?
Why is this tactic insufficient for me? Is it because they're fiction? Am I not fiction, too?
I wish that my sense of connectedness weren't so fickle. But ever the scientist, I think I am slowly starting to notice what helps: You help, of course, but at this point only within a twenty-foot radius; using glistening keys to make such gorgeous Romantic sounds or vibrating thin pieces of skin to make my entire person resonate at night in solitude; harmonizing to my satisfaction with a pop or rock song as familiar to me as the lengths of my fingers; a blue sky with clouds on a sunshiney day; kicking some major carbonyl ass on an Organic Chemistry final, or feeling as if I have worked and done well in any sort of endeavor; turquoise, tigers eye, moonstone, hematite, and howlite; stripes of black and white or feathers of gold; the Elder Futhark, language of my ancestors; the glory of summertime when all is lovely in the world and just existing, of which you are certain, is enough....
Do they do this because they wish to or because they simply must?
Why is this tactic insufficient for me? Is it because they're fiction? Am I not fiction, too?
I wish that my sense of connectedness weren't so fickle. But ever the scientist, I think I am slowly starting to notice what helps: You help, of course, but at this point only within a twenty-foot radius; using glistening keys to make such gorgeous Romantic sounds or vibrating thin pieces of skin to make my entire person resonate at night in solitude; harmonizing to my satisfaction with a pop or rock song as familiar to me as the lengths of my fingers; a blue sky with clouds on a sunshiney day; kicking some major carbonyl ass on an Organic Chemistry final, or feeling as if I have worked and done well in any sort of endeavor; turquoise, tigers eye, moonstone, hematite, and howlite; stripes of black and white or feathers of gold; the Elder Futhark, language of my ancestors; the glory of summertime when all is lovely in the world and just existing, of which you are certain, is enough....