Post by Roland on Apr 14, 2008 18:44:03 GMT -8
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The white tower is a construct of man, and therefore can be destroyed by him. The power is not given to man to creator destroy such a thing. As a diamond cuts diamond, the works of man can be etched away by the works of another, or by something greater. Death is a harder stone than man, but sometimes a man can fold himselfaround it instead of being detroyed by it. Man is putty to his fellow men, and controls his own pliability, to an extent. A human escapes death by imprinting a piece of itself on another human, who then leaves their mark on another, and in this way we are all preserved, albeit anonymously.
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My mind returns to the present scenario from its tangential wanderings. Sometimes you have to keep your brain on a short leash if you want to get anything done, but at others it just won't stay under control.
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I give the panting, happy dog a scratch behind the ears. The ridiculous animal is perched on Emily's stomach like a goofy canine king.
No problem, Dots; its just a good thing he wasn't as crazed with hunger as its owner, or we'd be in his belly by now.
I say this jokingly, of course; such an animal could not possibly consume even a seventh of one of our bodies' masses, but sound notions aren't entertaining at all, at least in this case.
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If the tower is destroyed, the old man has nothing to guard. Does he disappear completely without his purpose, or does he go elsewhere? It is him who presents the true danger, not the tower. If to destroy the tower is to lose track of the old man, then it be safer to let the blasted thing stand lest he be free to make mischief in the wider world.
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(OOC: Sorry for the delay and shortness. Someone else give this a direction; I'm up for whatever)
