gonadman

It was a hideous thing- darker than the black of night. It was at once all encompassing and everywhere yet altogether elusive. It had many long and repulsive tenticles- each one promising death at the slightest touch. Man and all his technology were impotent against its advances. One part may be destroyed, yet it always returned, unexpected, vengeful.

We lived in constant fear- our weapons poised, yet we knew someday, sometime, it would return to destroy our lives, our very souls- ravenously devouring every inch of our resolve. We could only watch as it consumed everything we held dear and precious.

The abomination has as its ally death- and death was behind its every advance- yet the thing itself had no mortality. At times appearing defeated, vanquished, yet it lived on- insidiously reaching its dark tentacles to strike again and again- replacing the slightest optimism with sharp piercing misery.

The mere mention of its name struck horror in the strongest warriors- and once touched, the tears and prayers of a hundred men could not change ones destiny. Our most wondrous fighters could only prolong the inevitable horror of their own destruction.

The thing chose its victims carefully- never the evil or the strong, but always the good, the innocent- the jewels of our society. It would surface from the dark unknown depths to quickly grab the young child, the gentle man, the innocent mother- and envelop them in its hideous grasp. We could only stand and watch the soul wrenching carnage- helpless... feeling the grasp of our loved one slowly loosening...

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For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel, looking, looking, ...breathlessly.
-Carlos Castaneda