The Northern 📍

  Reaching down into the flames of the depth, the great wizard had finally found his equal.      Upon the party’s arrival into the depths of the dungeon, the cold, dead air, changed. What once lay as nothing more than a musty old mine, slowly began to feel like there was life once again. At first, no one from the party had recognized the change, say for the wizard. Only he, the wisest of them all, was able to detect that something was a mist. And yet, for all the years of wisdom which he had accumulated- he was foolish enough to chose to enter such a forsaken place to begin with.      As the group began to push deeper and deeper into the crust of the Earth, the light from above them slowly began to fade. The sharp moonlight, which had be reflected to guide their way through complex mirrors and tunnels, began to fade. The very light which had guided them so far into the journey, slowly began to succumb to the eternal darkness which now surrounded them. ...

  Why Keep Fighting?      Why wake up every morning, and go to arms? Why fight a system which has continued to steam-roll throughout history, achieving whatever it is deemed necessary? Why bother even trying to stop the inevitable, which is bound to arrive like rain on a dark, clouded day?      As time goes on, the struggle to continue becomes evident. Hours of research and history show that the world will continue to move forward in a pattern which seems to be already decided. The will of the people no longer play a crucial part. The wheels of motion continue to turn, with little to no regards for anything else. The system is designed to continue moving forward, no matter the cost.      History is littered with violence and oppression. It is filled to the brim with insane concepts which have shaped the global landscape. The never-ending tide of war, killing hundreds of millions of men, since the beginning of time. Some things simply can...

  The Vision.      I’ve had Aerosmith’s song, Amazing, stuck in my head for the past few days. Everywhere I go, I keep on singing it. The lyrics are engrained in my head, causing me to think about them 24/7. With a blink of an eye, you finally see the light. That one bar, forever stuck inside my head.      The blink is here. I have seen the light. I have seen the need for my existence. The ability to work and create something which has never been done. The attempt to build up, from scratch, something so deep and profound, that even the greatest of minds will sit back in awe at the complexity. The capacity to truly start from scratch, with absolutely zero, and design a world where imagination is to run wild and free. So is the way of the creator. So is the way of those who dare to dream.      Creation is something which is extremely difficult. Not only is it something which literally must appear from nothing, it is also something which no...

  History Is Being Written.      Watching the history of the World is a daunting task to say the least. We humans have accomplished so much, it a relatively short period of time. We have truly written one of, if not the, greatest saga’s ever told. Yet despite all we’ve written- there’s still so much to unfold.      Losing the Library of Alexandria was potentially the worst tragedy to ever befall history. We as a civilization lost so much knowledge of the past within those flames, never to be recovered again. It becomes almost mind-bending when you realize that 95% of history has been lost forever. Think of all the great kings and conquests which we openly talk about and study. Now think about all the stories we’ll never even know.      Time is truly undefeated. It is a vial filled with sand, slowly erasing all which it consumes. Someday, perhaps not too far, we as a race may not even know about Ancient Greece or Sumer. We may not even kn...