We are Legion, for we are many

I'm a shadow, one that no light will shine on. As long as you follow me, you'll never see the day.

What holds a man together? What holds any of us together?
For some it may be friendship, a passion, love, a philosophy or belief. Either way they are Ideas. Ideas can be the most powerful tool and asset someone may possess and share.
For when one has departed the green hills of Earth, to have ceased to exist an idea lives on.

For me? I not too sure, its an idea. But the idea seems too surreal that it would only emerge and present itself in a dream, and then it too sounds too surreal to be even in a dream at all. To be someone you want to be, yet are halted and blocked. Not by an outside force, not by someone else, but by yourself ... the greatest enemy, it knows you through and through and every sin and demon within ... but why must they be so vivid? Whats real and a fragment of thoughts and dreams? They have lasted so long, they amass as a legion and wipe the memory clean, merging and creating anew.
Though the memories I hold, the ones I hold now I wish to keep, for they may be intrusive and odd to others but create a fascinating canvas for any task whats so ever. Though they may be seen as a wonderful array of colours to like that a rainbow to a child with a pot of gold at the end. I know too certain to what end they lead to, to what where they originate, but to what end will they branch off to?

The means of creating a world where I wish to live and pursue is already here. I cant imagine how it would have been for those explorers venturing off to the new world. Such pursuit for a new world, the exploration, the duty to extend ones reach and cultural literacy is dazzling.

For now the night sky provides enough motivation and an endless pool of dreams and fantasies to keep a civilization going, and certainly me. A dreamer, who only wants to see.

As the roaring crowds cheer, the roads are filled with raining red, red silk falls on the Knights that now return. As heroes they return.
The Crusades end, an era of peace, justice and security falls.

Though for nearly 1000 thousand years the story of these knights, this Crusade, which has inspired so many people, poems, songs, literature, art, beliefs and even the foundations of today goes to be told with lies.
The heroes of yesterday are what they are, but we admire the false, those who are the true and noble go unforgotten.

For now we make do, for the real heroes shall be remembered, they only have to be searched for.

I leave now, but I leave a quote for inspiration and for its beauty:

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

Eleanor Roosevelt (20th Century USA)

Any fool can create words that evoke and give the illusion of wisdom, but it takes a different kind of person to put such words into action.

Good Night,
Rest Easy