Coming Up To the Fork In The Road...

[the_jedi_pirate]

In about a month I'm heading off to Trent University to start my first year of university under a major in English Literature. I don't know what to expect. Most people asked me if I was gonna teach...heh. I think I've chosen what I want to do, but is it the right choice? Wrting...it is the only art form I know how to manipulate to my will, to conjure up the images in my mind so that the reader can see my vision. Words on a piece of paper come to life as the layers of meaning are unearthed, the mystery uncovered...or so it seems until you reach another layer, and dig deeper, layer upon layer upon unfolding layer, twisting, turning, conjuring up a deep curiosity that rests in your soul. You wrestle with the meaning in your mind, try to decypher the code, but your mind fails you. You rest, and your mind floats in the imaginary, new possibilities open up, and you step forth, body and mind connected in a twisted journey to the core, attempting to unravel the one universal Truth of the novel, and reach a new plateau of comprehension. Few can enter such a world and unravel such mysteries, and even fewer can reach that plateau high in the skies, where only the greatest minds belong. To understand literature is to be an oddball, to have some sense of depth in a book, to formulate your own ideas as to the author's hidden message, and as you walk down that path you attempt to grasp a part of yourself you thought was impossible to understand; unearthing the truth is a terrible process in the mind. Life as you know it changes, and suddenly, the veil of ignorance disappears, and you can see through everything. To know the truth is a rarity - to live the truth is an illusion of the mind. Reality involves as many layers as the thickist, deepest novels in the history of mankind. You must go beyond Shakespeare, beyond what you know to understand the concept of reality - our reality. To live on such a plateau is to live alone...to always be the artist, standing outside of society, watching as it goes up neverending stairs, getting nowhere. Such is the cycle of life. There are those that will understand this message, and there are others that will not. To the few that do, I'm glad I'm not alone. Or is that just an illusion and my own desire to not feel solitude in such a reality? Who knows. Ignorance is bliss, they say. Remain ignorant, if you wish...or live in the pain of reality, and understand solitude...and a new outlook on life. The dark realization of reality is but only a dream. The dream itself will never end.

- Megan Davies, the "Lost Soul" for eternity