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Destiny Strings Mods ([personal profile] stringmods) wrote in [community profile] compnetwork2012-10-18 03:30 pm

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Are any of you familiar with Carl Jung? If not, then I suggest you do.

But that is not my reason to come to you today. Rather it is to, perhaps, open your eyes should you chose to do so.

What makes good, good and evil, evil? Should both be simply placed as one or the other? If the 'evil' become the ruling force, would the rules be reversed? If someone steps up to remove a tyrant, are they doing good, or, in the eyes of others, are they being the ones who are evil?

...Or are we what makes these forces exist in the first place? Can good be really called good if there is no evil to defeat, no goal for them to attain?

You were all called here for a reason, but should you believe one side...or the other about what is the truth? As we become more enlightened, we tend to forget what came before. And as history has a tendency to repeat itself...

A man looks above to the nearby mountain. He knows not how it was made, and therefore decides that a god put it there. Is this man false? Scientifically, perhaps, we know that mountains are produced by the movement of lithospheric plates. Yet when we knew nothing of this, we saw the truth in a god. And so, this idea is born and now exists. Man gave it power, and the ability to create the mountain is now that god's.

Personas are reflections of a character's inner self, yet they are the gods, demons and powerful creatures of our worlds.

So then...can a man become a god...or was he always one?
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[personal profile] dreamprotector 2012-10-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[But... something about the wording of this post, something that's nagging at his mem-

W͞͠è̛l҉̧͟͞l̴̸̡̀,̶̢́͢ ̸͘͡͡t͏ḩ̀e̸̸ ̸̨̢͟á̀͜҉n̵̵̕͡s̷̛̕͟w̵͢͠͝ȩr̸̢ ̶̕͝ý̷̸́̕o̷̡͠u̢̢͞͡ ͞͏̛͜ć̢o̵m͜͟҉e̶̸͞͞҉ ̸̶͞ų̵̷́͟p̧͢͏̢ ̸̸̶w̢̢҉͢͡i̢҉͟ţ͢h̢̀̕͡͝ ca̷n͟'̷t͘ ̶ju̸s̡t be ͏rig̷h͞t for you. I̶̕͞͞t̸̕͢ ̷͟͜͞h̛҉a̧͘͢͝s͡҉̡͝ ̡́͘͜t̵͘o҉͘ ̵̶͏͢b͏̛e̛͠ ̛̕o̸̕͡͡ņ̀é̴̴̢͢ ̡̨͏̸́t͏͜ḩ̸̧a̸͟t̶̕͏ ̶̵̕͞w̧͡҉͜ǫ̶̷̛́r͟k҉̵͜s̨͘͠ best for everybody, y̶͟͡o̕͘u̴͢ ̧͟a̶̴͢nd̛̛͘ ̕y̨ó̷uŕ ̴͡f҉҉ŗ̷ie̵͠͝ǹ̸d̴s͏͟ ͝a͝n͡d̷͡ ̵év̕͏e̢͞ry̧̨o̢n͟e̸ ̨e̷͟l̶̕s̶e̡͏.̡̛҉

He clutches his head as the fractured fragment of a memory flashes through his mind - had that been the islands just then? what- why couldn't he place this... Who was Xion really? Why couldn't he remember her? - and he leans back in his seat, hands pressing against his side of his head as he wills the pain to pass, barely noticing Keeba Tiger and Majik Lapin summoning themselves and pressing against his legs and side.

He exhales once the worst of it has passed, letting one of his hands drop down, curling it into Keeba Tiger's fur, absently petting it while he lets Majik Lapin climb up his leg and rub against his other hand.

...Just what had that been about?

That memory... Xion... just what is it that he has forgotten... and why?]