Fantasy to me, is all about the world of imagination. We are born into this world of fantasy. We have been taught sacks of apprehension and knowldege has always been pouring into us like running water out of the tap. Do these things have a flow up above in our heads and has it been conquering without realization? I think so.
Each individual has been influenced in certain contrivance during different stages of growth. A simple example could be the article I read in the Sunday Times yesterday. The title read, "They died 'so as to save the world'".
Just an aperçu, a few teenage boys gathers every Friday at their 'leader's' ninth-story flat. There, in a living room where an altar filled with idols stood, the self-professed teenage medium would go into trance. He belived he could communicate with the "God of heaven and hell" and that the trances allowed the God to possess him and allow him to do good. He told is friends that they had to die in order to become slayers to kill demons and save the world. World War III is coming, he said. The boy and his closest friend squatted on the window ledge, hesistated for a while, counted to three, held hands and jumped. The boy died on the spot while his friend, 2 hours later upon arriving at the hospital.
Taken from Sunday Times, Semptember 13, 2009
What really went on in their minds, nobody knows, only God Himself. These boys have been playing computer games like every other teenage boys for a few years until it has brought the conscious mind to knees. The child, only 16 and his friends of 13. 14 and 15, were easily decieved by this believe.
A slayer is a person who kills. A person who does violence. The word violence has its meaning, siding the dark side. One that would involve murder, slaughter, bloodshed, annihilation and much felony. Slayers are not meant to exist in the real world. They stay as characters, impersonations, as villains.
The mind is so powerful, it can bring people to feel things and end up apperceiving the wrong emotions. Things that do not exists or have never existed, will come to be extant. This innervation starts growing in them, like a believe. It starts small. It gathers more information to attain credibility and thereafter, situates itself as an existance. Once it has taken its bite, they is no turning back. If so, a fervent of will is greatly needed. That, definitely, is not going to come easy.
Everyone has dreams. Dreams make people feel certain ways. Ways that sometimes are unexplainable. Ways that are incomprehensible. Words such as anxiety, elated, depressed or even pissed, these are just human ways of describing and it satisfy them thinking that that is it! But think again, there is definitely a baffling mixture of feelings that people emote. Words can only say so much, but the soul has been lifted to being allowed to provide the solid evidence of the feeling. It is strangely an entangled piece of work I think nobody can decode.
Now think about words, and not only feelings. Words that come spilling right out of your mouth. It is exactly the same thing as what I have mentioned in the previous paragraph. Words can only mean to an extent that confides what it exactly signifies. It so seems like everyone is telling a lie. Best yet, nobody is telling a single truth. Not even me, writing this right now. Because what exist is beyond words. What you hold, what you touch, what you taste, what you hear, what you smell, these can NEVER ben described by words. Words are just a form of confinement to how about this world that we're living in can rotate.
De facto, we can simply accomplish much more, we can consummate things off the beaten path. But no! Since words exists, so does our actions. We are saving ourself from things we would never want to befall. We would never want to light a candle of which could ruin the semblance. I just know there is something bigger and much more intricate and profound then there can ever be out there. It is just so, we do not have anything besides what is subsisting.
Does it mean this is not reality? Well, I don't think I have the answer to that...
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