Inspiration and Motivation

An update and a little more...

Hey there, classmates(notice the new greeting). I've been gone for a while, and, though I did post a bit, I believe you deserve an explanation. So here goes:

 I have been struck with the very fires of creativity, the foundation of the arts, the fuel of the imaginative fires. I have been inspired. What was this inspiration? Well I read a book. A really good book. Multiple really good books, actually. I've read so many, in fact, that I found myself wondering if I could write one myself. Boy, could I (or that's what they tell me). If I'm at all being obscure with this statement then allow me to put it plainly:

I'm writing a novel.  

It's called "The Book of Ages", and it's in the fantasy genre (one genre I find the most interesting). It, of course, will never compete with Tolkien, or C.S. Lewis, but that's not really what I'm going for... or is it? Never curse a little ambition..

Along with my own inspiration, another person who has been struck with such is a woman I like to call my Mom. Not only has inspiration struck, but she also has the Motivation to justify her inspiration. My mom, being the amazing person that she is, has started a new blog. It's called Marvelous Motivations, and she needs some followers to help her restart. I trust you guys can help with that.

Now a little remark about books. Books are amazing databases for knowledge. And when it comes to fantasy novels, they're like an old friend that you get to see often, and then after staying a short while(or for me, long while) must say your goodbyes.

On that note, classmates, I must also bid you farewell.

You take care, and while taking care, leave what inspires you most in the comment section below.

    

Your philosophical guy, correctly named philoshophi-guy,


P.S. I recommend the Dragonlance series.

The Strange Case of Dr. Jacob and Mr. Howard

Ok, no, not really....


Greetings, classmates. Goodness, it's been a while! Boy, have I been busy. What about you guys? What have you been up to? Well, I know you've probably been dealing with what most people deal with every single day of there lives: Your own Mr. Hyde. The ultimate of mood swings, some might say, haha.

So the story goes like this:

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
The story begins with Mr. Utterson, a man of rugged countenance, demeaning stature, a backwards sentiment, and completely lovable. Mr. Utterson is a lawyer, and a naturally suspicious man, making him the perfect character in whom shoes to put yourself through the entire book, which isn't long as I might add. His friend, Dr. Jekyll, hasn't been seen for a few days so he decides to pay a visit. He knocks on his friends door, and the butler, Poole, answers the door. Inquiring if Dr. Jekyll was home, Mr. Utterson received a resounding negative, much to his disappointment. He also learned that Dr. Jekyll had recently been in the company of Mr. Hyde quite often, though the butler hadn't actually seen them both at the same time, only one or the other. Mr. Hyde was a strange man with an evil countenance that gave off an eerie sense of deformity. Now, naturally, you all know who he is by now, of course, it's a well-known story, so I won't waist time trying to "Hyde" the plain facts. Mr. Utterson then goes back home to read a solemn book by the fire until midnight, as is his usual occupation on a Sunday evening. The next morning, he goes back to the his friend's house to see if he was there that day, but instead he stumbles upon a dark suited man. The man was obviously Mr. Hyde, and Mr. Utterson immediately engages him, noticing promptly that he felt purely evil and deformed. The man only replied with vague grunts, hiding his face from Mr. Utterson's view. When Mr. Utterson demanded to see his face, he showed it to him. His face was nothing of a surprise, being that it was sinister and slightly grotesque in expression, this was as expected to Mr. Utterson. Now, he also gave him his address which was a surprise to Mr. Utterson. After that he quickly unlocked Dr. Jekyll's lab with a key Mr. Utterson supposed said man had given to him upon great confidence. Bemused by his rude acquaintance, Mr. Utterson then left back for his house, where he stayed for the day filing papers and writing letters to his various clients. The next morning he woke to Dr. Jekyll sitting in his living room as was usual on a Tuesday morning. After greeting him, they had a long talk about Mr. Hyde, whom Dr. Jekyll showed great care toward and also great confidence. This was much to the concern of Mr. Utterson. Soon after their conversation, Dr Jekyll said his goodbye and left, seeming to be rather wary of his friend's cautions and stipulation's about his friend, Mr. Hyde. Mr. Utterson, still concerned for his friend, then had a visit from Mr. Enfield, his old friend. Mr. Enfield said that he had been walking down the road a few days past, and had seen a child running quite furiously down the walk. She ran straight into a man heading in the opposite direction, and was pushed to the ground. Now, of course, accidents happen, but the man merely trampled over the child and continued on his way. Mr. Enfield had collard this gentleman, and brought him back to where a crowd had already begun to gather around the screaming, crying, girl. Amongst them was her parents, trying hard to console her. The man surprisingly did not fight Mr. Enfield as he brought him back. The parents demanded compensation, and Mr. Hyde stepped inside his house a for a moment and came back out with another man's check for a hundred pounds. The fact that it was another man's check, greatly surprised Mr. Enfield. Now in the present time Mr. Enfield finished this story, and looked plainly into the shocked face of Mr. Utterson, stating heavily that he thought this man to be Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll's new friend.

To be continued,

The Soldier's Lay

The man was born,
His destiny wrought;
To fight the battles,
That others could not.

To fight the darkness
In his heart;
To battle the blackness
In the deep.

He trained with sword,
He trained with shield,
To fight the enemy
Without yield.

To fight the darkness
In his heart;
To battle the blackness
In the deep.

When the man, as he trained,
He came of age,
These words of wisdom,
Gave the sage:

To fight the darkness
In his heart;
To battle the blackness,
In the deep.

The man left for battle,
His heart full of mirth,
From the celebration,
Of the day of his birth

Yes, the celebration was grand
And gaily alight,
For his family knew,
He must go forth and fight;

Fight the darkness
In his heart;
And battle the blackness
In the deep.

The skies were once arrayed
A beautiful blue,
Now the mountains lay, mantle,
For a black and grayish hue.

For the war had arrived,
And all the people heaved a sigh,
For the battle drew closer,
Yes, the war, it was nigh.

To fight the darkness
In their hearts;
To battle the blackness
In the deep.

As the man joined his comrades,
In the defense of their land,
The enemy came forth
On boats to the sand.

They had many soldiers
And engines of war,
And through the first wave,
The enemy tore,

But none were as mighty
As the man, in his prime,
For now was his hour,
Now was his time.

He took a regiment,
Arms and all,
With one goal in mind,
The enemy to appall.

He unsheathed his sword,
Deep in the battle he fought,
For no one could stop,
This powerful man's onslaught.

And in the end,
Though the battle was won,
There was one task left,
For the soldier, one.

To fight the darkness
In his heart;
To battle the blackness
In the deep.

As he walked the field
Where only the battle won,
He looked on toward,
The waking sun.

And as it slowly rose
And covered the plain in it's light,
As should the L-rd
Cover our hearts.

With this the man discovered
That though he was brave,
Compared to the awe of the L-rd
He was merely a knave

That he needed the L-rd
In his heart today,
To help him fight
the rest of the way.

To destroy the darkness
In his heart,
To end the blackness,
In the deep.

And he won.

Your friend,classmate, and comrade,


P.S. (pun of silliness) Are you in good hands? ;)

A Midsummer Night's Dream

A short summary for a short play....


Greetings, classmates. The title says it all for our subject today; for, I'm sure, you've all heard of William Shakespeare, and his many plays and sonnets. Beautiful works of literature, including the following: Hamlet, Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, and the one I recently read, A Midsummer Night's Dream. A Midsummer Night's Dream is about four lovers, Lysander, Hermia, Demetrius, and Helena. The play begins. Depicting the palace in Athens, it shows a scene with the Duke of Athens, Theseus, and Queen of the Amazons- whom Theseus hath wooed with his sword-, Hippolyta. Theseus promises that tho he had wooed Hippolyta with his skill with the blade, he would wed her with a grand celebration that would last until the wedding ("with pomp, with triumph, and with revelling"). After a bit of talking back and forth between the two, Egeus, a citizen of Athens, strides into the room. Following him are Hermia (his daughter), Lysander, her lover, and Demetrius, her father-chosen betrothed. Egeus complains profusely of his daughter's love of Lysander rather than Demetrius, whom he has given full permission to wed his daughter, and demands the law to be acted out on his daughter because of her atrocity. Theseus reprimands Hermia telling her to expect to be sent to a nunnery or put to death.
After Theseus, Egeus, Demetrius, and Hippolyta take their leave, Lysander schemes with Hermia to meet her near his Aunt's house (who dotes on him as her son) saying "The course of true love never did run smooth".
After this happens, Hermia's friend, Helena, walks into the room. Helena was once betrothed to Demetrius, whom she still loves deeply, but, upon meeting Hermia, Demetrius left her. Confiding in Helena, Hermia and Lysander tells her of their scheme to escape the law and be wed. This turns out to be an act of foolishness, for, in hopes of winning back his love, Helena tells Demetrius of their plan.

So there you have it, classmates, another wonderful work of literature by the even more wonderful man, William Shakespeare, with out whom we would not have our modern English.


Your friend, classmate, and comrade,

A Question Of Honor.

And how it used to be important...


Hello again, classmates. Have you ever felt honor-bound to do something, like protecting your siblings, obeying your parents, helping those in need, etc? If you have, then you've experienced something very amazing indeed.
Way back when, in the days that we now call ancient, there was this amazing factor called honor. It lead people to help others, protect others, and resist sinful temptations. If they did those things then they were honorable. Funny, it seems we've forgotten where that word sprang from hm? Yes, indeed, our Father in heaven is honor itself, so shouldn't we all be honorable?
I've trimmed the edges of this subject enough. Are YOU honorable? To know that, you must first know G-d. The L-rd is more than a specter of our imaginations to whom we give credit for the creation of our world. He IS the creator, and deep down, we all know it. What is honor? Honor is material isn't it? It's a way of saying "I am good, because I did what's right"; it's almost conceited in a way. But what is G-dly honor? G-dly honor is doing what G-d tells you to, doing right with others, and doing right by yourself. G-dly honor supersedes any other form of honor you might think of.
Does this mean we should all be G-dly honorable?
Yes it does.
If we ignore the fact that G-d is honor, then saying we're honorable doesn't get us far with him does it? So maybe THAT type of honor that the knights and crusaders and kings used back in mideval days doesn't give them as much credit as those fairytales let on. Because they did it for face value, not for G-d, and in that they were terribly wrong.

So there you have it classmates. G-d is honor, and acting out his commandments makes us the only form of honorable that has any real value: G-dly.

Your friend, classmate, and comrade,