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Super heroes; we love them, we watch them, we idolize them. You ask a child who they want to be when they grow up and are answered with a volley of spiderman, superman! Batman! and the Hulk!
This is strange when looked at closely; the idolization of those faster, stronger, smarted. This hero worship has been with us since the dawn of time, at the start of oral tales: Hurcules, a man stronger then any other doing impossible feats; Atlas, who held the whole world on his shoulders. but why? Why the fascination with being mo


The fogWalker in the mistThe fog
It was dark, the smell of the darkness choking us in the small cottage. Our lungs burned as we tried to hide from what was outside, pouring into our home through every crack in the whitewash bricks and door hinges. We were as rats trapped in a cage. I turned to the small infant on my right to wrap a cloth about its mouth, trying to keep the blackness from its lungs. Even inside it was almost too hard to see, but I'd not let little Cara fall to the fate that I knew waited for us all if we let the dark putrefact air fill our lungs.
In these moments, my mouth hiding in my own shirt, I tried to recall


Revenge of the extraRevenge of the extraRevenge of the extra
I am Nobody... I always have been and always will.
I am the blur, the fleeting image that you catch from the corner of your eye as a lead darts in front of me. My one moment. My own claim to have existed, to being a part of the greater whole in anyway shape or form. My moment stolen by the pretty blond with dazzling good looks as I sit to the side, pouting in my shot for I know no one will ever see me.
take one, she takes the stage, in front of me... and trips as she moves... the scene is ruined. I turn me pout into a face. Puffing my unremarkable cheeks in the shot once she stands


The plight of the ExtraThe Plight of the extraThe plight of the Extra
I am in the background, no one takes notice... I'm but a blur in life, some one to add context to the scene. I see the leads, all lovely in their way, taking the stage with ease... they get all the lines, never me. I am told to scream here, to stand there in a crowd as the beautiful people save the day again and again.
I say to myself I could take the lead, be center stage with all looking at me, admiring my skill and wondering at my marvels I can do... if only I was but given a chance. I can dazzle sparkle, save the day.... But instead I stand, to the side... obeying the rules
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"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we must decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." -- Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Revelation 21:4,5
Isaiah 33:24
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"In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak." --Skinny Legs and All
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Do not invest in money or fame. Instead, invest in what is eternal: the soul and your faith. It is in faith, not rules, that salvation is found.
~ Books of Ecclesiastes and Galatians
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speak softly love so no one hears us but the sky
the vows of love we make will live until we die
my life is yours, and all because
you came into my world with love, so softly love
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"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." - Albert Einstein
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