"So Do All Who Live To See Such Times."

In honor of Lord of the Rings weekend on TNT, it felt only fitting for me to post something like this...


Frodo: It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.

Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.

Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought.


That will continue to remain one of my favorite dialogues of the trilogy, to say that it loses it's potency in repetition is simply absurd.

The Day The Night Wept.

Raindrops splashing on the walls
capturing the freckled light
stolen from the moon.

A Crushing Embrace.

A pounding stone
suspended in the depths of
a light shade of black.
pulsing.
throbbing.
bursting within the confines of it's own imagining.
constricting with each and every sigh
veins of long since
frosted blood
frozen by the absence of
familiar presence.
fixated on the insanity that robbed it
of it's roots.
robbed of it's meaning.
robbed of it's preconceived notions
of all it thought meaning to be.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

"What can we know? What are we all? Poor silly half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instincts of beasts..."

A White Blank Page.

I want to be here right now so bad that it hurts.

I Was Bluffing Then, But It Seems That Just Might Have Been The Truth.

I don't understand why life can't ever be somewhat normal for me. Why do I tend to inevitably attract the odd, unusually abnormal circumstances and occurences. I suppose it ties in well to my severe dislike for monotony, however there comes a point when it all seems a bit disconcerting. If there is a 0.001% chance of it happening, it will absolutely happen to me. Lately it just seems as if the situations I find myself in, don't ever commonly happen. Period. There are no previously established guidelines to follow, no common experiences with others to share, mostly because these things just don't happen to other people. Other normal people. I've always kind of accepted the fact that my life probably isn't going to fit into a common mold, but this is all a bit ridiculous.