[Jarik C-Bol]

Awake, in the late hours of the night, the mind wanders to the life it lives. Outside the bounds of rational thought, beyond the confines of the lucid moments of awakening, the truth emerges. But not the truth as one imagines it, no this is much greater, beyond the scope of normal humanity. The truth about the human soul, the driving force of the male intellect and mind, and body, and spirit. What is this great secret that lies buried beneath the facades of daily life? Love. The love of another, little more can drive a man to be what he becomes than the will to find and cherish and continue with the love of another human being. The love that is in a man from the beginning, from the epic moment of his birth, given to him by his creator and maker, the desire to hold in his arms the counterpart to his soul, the other being created from his side in that moment of rest in the beginning of time. Woman. A man longs to find the woman created for him by the Lord. It is a deep and burning need within him, near to consuming him at all times, fueled by the body, and by the soul. This love cannot be extinguished by time, trial of troubles. no force can dissuade the power that binds a man and a woman, once so bound by the love given by the Lord. But what for those yet to find this love? Pain. Not the pain of torture, no its is by no means so obvious. This pain is subtle, driven  deep inside the man b the woes of culture and stereotype. For those who are farthest from it, those who have not even tasted the slightest drop of its true form, this love the most painful thing to endure. To witness the love in another is to tear out the heart of the waiting. To those who the first kiss of love is yet still a glimmer in the minds eye, a hope for the future, the simplest of touches among humanity will rend his body, cause him to twitch in fear, yet relish in mind. The contact of human flesh is electric to those deprived of it. Few things will drive a man as insane as the touch of another human being. It is one thing to be touched, it is another thing entirely to want to be. so what have we learned? that The man is driven by his need for love? that is not the least of it. He is perhaps also driven by love existing. It is one thing to love and be loved. It is another thing entirely to love alone. What more painful a trial for a man that to love another, and yet be hindered by body, mind and spirit, from expressing this love. The will of a man is strange, conflicting himself at every turn, he can drive himself to madness with the turmoil of his mind on the subject. For if He loves another, and yet does not tell the beloved, what is the man to do? he fears his own actions. the fears love. for in love, one believes that the actions of the lover must never bring pain or anguish or unnecessary trials upon the beloved. The question wears upon the heart, will confession of the love to the beloved create said trials and pain? or freedom and joy? Perhaps the pain of mind and soul, the sympathy for the lover by the beloved, who feels not the same love, but perhaps only a obligation to the confessor of love, to return the love given so freely. This is pain in its most devious form. To be loved, and not have a love to return? How despicable. To not return love is an abomination is it not? But no. This pain given by the conscience is foolhardy. It is simply a figment of the mind, created to wear down the soul. Do not believe it. If one is loved, and there is not love there to give back, it was not meant to be given to that one who gave it the first time. So what of the man? Here he is, distant from the one he loves, torn by the quarrel in his mind, to admit love, and risk hurting the beloved, or to hold the love, and risk being torn apart.
Such is his trial, to wrestle with is mind and his conscience. What is there to do? The man sees no answer yet in the wilds of his imagination. He fears the wait, lest it become a long and arduous journey, fraught with the perils of temptation. But why does he continue? Because he knows. Deep in his heart of hearts, the man knows that the rewards of the journey of waiting, are rewards well worthy of there trials. He has seen it in the light of the other men's eyes, and he knows it is true.

[Ruckus Fox]

That was so nice Jarik!

Might I suggest you paragraph it in the future though? Made it a little un-easy to read, but it was VERY good. ^-^

---Ruckus the Rogue

[Jarik C-Bol]

thanks

well, i posted that in the middle of the night, right after i wrote, it, and was all sleepy, and had written it without paragraphing it to begin with... but yea, mabe i'll do that sometime.