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[draegonhawke]

I've known people so entranced by their internal worlds that those worlds were more real to them than this World Conrete. I've seen people who can at a whim or as a facet of their own nature submerge themself in those worlds and those stories so that "suspension of disbelief" is a ludicrous term--there is no such thing as disbelief and no such

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[eclective]

You need to stop it now. This being-more-insightful-than-me lark. Stop it right this minute. ;)

...of course, I don't mean that. But you're making my heart ache with how sheerly beautiful and true, true, TRUE your posts are.

You're killin' me over here, and I'm enjoying every moment.

[draegonhawke]

It's the old Truth is Beauty/Beauty is Truth, eh?

This is what I love--sympathetic resonance! letting your heart take on that sublime overpowering ache at the wonder of all things, and letting it send that wonder back out to make other hearts ache in time--growing pains, changing pains, stretching muscles. I want it to be that if enough pressure builds up inside wings too long cramped will have no choice but to spread, and people once thought flightless will take to the sky....

[eclective]

YES.

At times like those, it does feel like I could fly - like there's so much power building in with me that it has to escape, in drive, in transformation, in wings tearing painlessly and soundlessly from flesh in shafts of brilliant prismatic light, in ascendence and becoming and merging and tearing through the boundaries of reality, forging our own paths through and into and between planes and dimensions and worlds and gathering it all up in our hands and bringing it home, bringing it all together....

I feel it when I see words and worlds and images I want to be part of, want to merge into, pieces of perfection that lift me to unbelievable heights, so far beyond everything I know that I scarcely imagine them possible and yet know they must be true. It's completeness, knowing that the world is singing to your tune, feeling the pulse of your heart and the cadence of your mind and matching it beat for beat, note for note, light for light

[draegonhawke]

Oh, but it's possible. It's a matter of reaching out and taking hands and guiding them--easing open their eyes or calling out those hidden faculties of sense that so often are buried in maturity. That is part of what the light dragons are for--to take the resonance of the deep ones and describe it in revelry, to soar and wheel and cavort and sing so that life calls to life and wonder to wonder, so that the old cynical recalcitrace shrivels and dies away. It's possible by being, by sharing, by loving and living.