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Originally Posted by LazyScot
(I've been struggling with myself over this reply for sometime, hence the delay. Especially since it may well be based on a mis-conception...)
Moejoe, I may not always have agreed with your positions on some subjects, but I do respect your consistency, passion and wonderful command of the language. In the same way, I shall miss your writings.
This can be read two ways, and I don't know which you mean it. Firstly it may be that you have, for want of a better phrase, lost you Muse. If that is that case, I hope you find some time trying to find him/her/them again. And from the posts in the thread, I hope you realise you weren't tilting at windmills, but were making them turn.
However, it can also be read that you are frustrated at a world that doesn't live up to your expectations. If that is the case, you're right. It doesn't. It never has and it never will. But one thing we can all do whilst we are here is change it and improve it so that it is closer to what we would wish, and is better for others. And chief among those who can make those changes are the writers and thinkers. Where would the world be today without the likes of Tom Paine, or Orwell, or Dickens, or Voltaire, or Rosseau, or Milton, or Bunyan. You, as they, have the ability to use words to stir people to improve the world. If this is the case, then you should write about the importance of these sentiments have been abandoned by the world. And you should be raising them centre stage again.
I don't know which I hope it is, but if it is the second, then I can't help but feel I will think, slightly, less of you for not fighting on for what you believe in.
But whichever it is, I would still like to count you as a friend.
LazyScot
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The fight isn't over, merely postponed while I searched for a light switch in the dark. You can't fight when you can't see the enemy, after all
Where I've been, what I saw there, and what I've brought back with me I only realised this very night as the sky burned above the town of my birth. As we draped ourselves in shawls of smoke, our faces tanned orange and green and red from the blooms of fireworks, I imagined I could smell the fires all over England. And in those fires, possibilities, the thundered drumming of Phoenix wings.
From the ashes of what once was, something has risen. I'm not quite sure what that something is...not yet, but I'm close. Really close.
In any case, you shouldn't worry, nobody should because it's Guy Fawlkes Night
Remember, remember the fifth of November..