Chapter I: ...and to understand, is to comprehend
In a state of disallusion and guilt, I approached the banshee. I stared into it's eyes - showing no fear, nor hostility.
Then to my surprise, it spoke. "From the ashes of Murdock, i present thee with my illest of knowledge never spoken and poorest of taste". "What..?"
I thought to myself. I would not dare open my breath to it's undead plague. It felt no fear in my soul. It's rarest of words spoken i understood clearly - if i was to understand anything at all. The sand brushed through my cheaply-bought sandals, and the transparant moon sat comfortably in it's bleeding sky of order and tyrany. I took the Banshee's word to heart and continued on my way. I couldn't help but stagger as i once again tried to "think". I could not comprehend the justification of my reason. This smell of failure sweating off me like a disease, A smell that i sense far too often, searching for an exit from my corrupted shadow. Like the sharpest of knives slicing and tearing at my thoughts, i could not comprehend. Could or would-not? I pondered. I could hear nothing. I searched for understanding, while the Goblins of the atmosphere laughed and ridiculed me. Then i was summoned. I began to laugh uncontrollably as the Snipper let me in on his secret. I understood. The Emperor's dust quieted me and i lay in peace.
Edited, Fri May 7 22:43:17 2004 by Varencia
Edited, Tue May 11 22:21:00 2004 by Varencia