If the point is sharp, and the arrow is swift, it can pierce through the dust no matter how thick.
ok, so I "borrowed most of the text, but I still think it's nice
Ignorance is bliss, they say, but they are wrong. I have had my share of bliss. I have had my share of ignorance, and they certainly did not coincide. True happiness I experienced being with the one I love, doing the things we both loved, but it ended suddenly in agony and pain. As I did so often, I was walking from island to island that morning. And then, suddenly, pain, agony! One short burst of incredible pain, then blackness, unending blackness.
Then, after what seemed like eons, I began to experience something again, a feeling of wholeness, but at the same time, emptiness. Then, I sensed more and more, but not as it had been. I saw, but it was not really seeing, I heard, but it was not really hearing. I felt, although it was not really feeling, that I held a bow, as ethereal as I were myself.
Then, I realised what I saw, animals of all sorts! A bull, a hare and many other animals.
...But alas, hunting ethereal animals, with an ethereal bow and arrows, was not as rewarding as hunting had been. Aeons passed, and I spent my time thinking, wondering, and hunting ofcourse. Nothing ever changed, nothing ever happened.
But all that suddenly changed, a bright flash, then complete darkness again. Then I was back on earth, or was I? I washed ashore, and next to me was one of Her arrows. Odd, but not so odd compared to what I experienced then. It was a familiar shore, I recognised it at once, but none of the villages, none of the buildings that should be there were visible. Then I saw that I was not alone, many others were there on the beach, between the trees, and they seemed as confused as I were.
Then, a familiar voice
"Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Now the sun has come to Earth
Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death
Death comes in a blinding flash
Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash
And the sun has come to Earth
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared"
If anything, this confused me even more. There was a short pause, but not near enough to grasp what it meant
"And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
I've built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
Well you can tell the world about this
You can tell the nation about that
Tell 'em what the master has done"
Images of a small speck in the sea, images of an arrow speeding through the air.Then, images of a burning world, people fleeing, people dying, Gods fleeing, Gods dying. Then images of a lush green world, images of a fortified city, centered around a great Temple. Images of a proud and strong people, slowly fading away until I saw again my surroundings.
"Hang onto your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
That you can build them again
The grass is high
The fields are ripe"
Then it dawned. This was not Gaia. Here was a new world, this was Her world, these were Her people. And I, I were Hers too, and I would remain Hers for eternity. But these people needed a leader now, a leader strong of will, a leader that would be Her right hand.
I would be that leader.