Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Thursday, 20 November 2014
Why is life more complicated than necessary?
Is that a foolish question? Is life as complicated as it needs to be? If it is, then why do people ask that question? Why do people assume it could be any more or any less complicated than what it is currently?
Perhaps the complexity of life is relative to one's position therein. Perhaps life appears simple when there is peace, when there is plenty, when happiness and love run rampant in the streets. What if it appears more complex when there is strife and derision, pain and suffering, hostilities and war?
I accused Hojo of being a bully, not once but twice, long ago. There was complexity that was unneeded. He is not a bully, he is a strong man. He is a shining beacon in the ever present darkness that pervades the holiest of places. Hojo Musachi is the first to call me the Extortionist, a right title at the time. It is his kindness that allowed me to return to the Caer. It is his leadership that has, like many others, inspired me to continue the path of peace and reconciliation that I have tread for cycles now.
Why is life more complicated than necessary?
Because we put a bushel over a candle and expect the light to still brighten the room.
We must remove the chains that bind us, and move towards greater understanding and unity.