Monday, February 28
like a prophecy came true, right under the soothsayer's supervision. a call from some kind of visionary. and i was off.
and what later transpired was a mission briefing like none other. i would have to fight against history. of past demons gone untamed within my own camp. of past demons gone untamed beyond my own camp.
oh screw history. as if i have had not enough of it in school.
to take down the city walls is one matter. not that it is of utmost simplicity. to huff and puff and blow the house down only to find a fortification 10 times stronger would be a totally different proposition altogether. and that proposition i have to seek.
great wars are won or lost in the little skirmishes. yet winning the little skirmishes guarantees nothing.
to take the bridge, i fear not the men and cavalry. but the troll that lies beneath.
to seek the truth, the walls within the walls, the puffing i have to undertake.
monumental.
i will huff. and i will puff. but something tells me. i will never be able to blow the house down.