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I've gone through five seasons in a few days. Four more to go. Why? Hmm... from time to time I see things. Believe? Who can? Not even I. Neither can I disbelieve. Have you ever received advice, or knowledge, or wisdom, that you were sure was bunk? But, when you ran out of options, you tried anyway? Now, this isn't wisdom or advice. Or good, that is. But sometimes there is knowledge. Correct knowledge? As to wisdom? The problem I see that the lead characters have is being secular. Without faith, hard things are harder and easy things are made even more difficult. It's just the way it goes. Struggle against God, or for Him. But you won't Defy Him, not His plan. Can't. Trust me.
As a writer, a storyteller, what bugs me? My stuff isn't all that original. Then again, I never really thought it was. I was pulling from the bible, New and Old. I was pulling from things I have read regarding lore for longer than some of my readers have been alive, by twice. Odin, the Princess of Pain, the demi-god(s) of death, even some weather or other anomalies? I know these, from other cultures, even from science. Some were in Judaism, Christianity, or brought to them. Others were out there in the pagan world. And, yes, I do believe in other gods, just no other God. I don't fully understand that myself, mind you. But whether angels, demons, or other beings, there have always been things more powerful than men. And a reason, at the very least in recent times, they have, for the most part, kept their heads down. God handed them their ass on a platter with the flood. Whether they believed in God before, He sure got their attention with that, and some other things. They know that His sheep, unless welcomed by the black sheep and only for those among them, and other soulless two legs, such as nephilim and children of Cain, are hands off. Why, or how, can I believe there are gods? God said so. He said, "Thou shalt not have strange gods before me". He did not say there were no other gods, He did not say this thing in any other way save to leave, at least, the possibility open. And, truly, the probability, as I see things. I half see His Words as warnings, almost more than a command. Much as a mechanic would advise against running an engine without oil. He is the Mechanic who put it, and us, all together. He would know.
Well, it is entertaining. And, in some interesting ways, informative. I hadn't considered the notion of being vessels, living who choose to offer themselves the form of angel, perhaps other things, willingly. I'm not sure it's necessary. If I do think the person involved... their true potential isn't realized until both they, and the circumstances they are meant to be a party to, exist in the same... what we would call timespace. I do believe, at any time, all who could play the roles, exist. They simply never fulfill their roles, most of them. They simply embody some aspects. But, say I was War, but unrealized. My health sucks, which might make being War... problematic. I think the other half of the key, to fulfilling a role, would return my flesh to health. That I am sure about.
Never mind, just running through ideas. A lot of similar material is covered on the show and in my writings. It is spooky to see it, irritating to see that others have already covered this material, and surprised at some of the notions, and similarities offered. And to note some differences that might be more correct. Tired, though. Time for a nap. I'm just over half way through. Good... night. Hmm... after one more episode.
"As a writer, a storyteller, what bugs me? My stuff isn't all that original."
ReplyDeleteIt has been said (with, I feel, some justification) that there are no new stories, only new ways of telling them.
Oh, yes, I've heard that. It's still grating. That saying is ancient, actually. Can't remember the first time I heard the notion, though I would guess it was Greece, a very long time ago, back when Greece was important. Especially when they are my stories. Hmm... I say stories but I mean... my life, parts of it. Though, even that is true. As I suggested, we are stories, collections of them. It's not all, but it's not just a small part, either. Our stories aren't original, anymore than our stories... which makes sense, has to follow if true.
ReplyDeleteThen again, I knew even this. I guess when some things are a little closer than one could think they might be... from a foreign source, it can take the wind out of one, a bit. And it did.
If you've read here a while, you see the trends. Then again, stories, like horoscopes, work because people want to hear things about themselves. Perhaps it is that and nothing more. Philosophy doesn't soothe psychic hemorrhoids though. Or answer some odd questions. Bah!
Well I suppose it's all in a matter of what you're trying to accomplish. If my story is at least interesting to myself, then I feel that's over nine-tenths of the struggle right there. If other people aren't interested well (shrug), I'll be the first to admit I'm an acquired taste.
ReplyDeleteOh, but my stories are more to clear my head. I don't care what the audience thinks. This is a... journal. Of course, it delves into areas that may border, and cross the border, of fiction. I do that as a means of... what? Hmm... removing certain roadblocks so that I can see more clearly, on parallel or perpendicular lines of thought. Well, and because, in some cases... because I have crossed those lines.
ReplyDeleteI'm not an author. I simply resemble one, play one on the web. Or I am in deeper cover than even I know, but I don't think so.