Kyler's writing: March 2012

              Authors note: the boy is humanity, the man is God.
The fog seemed thicker than ever to the boy as he wandered aimlessly along the road beneath his feet. He couldn't remember why he had started along this path, nor how long he had been on it. He just knew he had to keep going. It was more than an urge; it was instinct, primal and ancient, set in place long before he was conscious of it's existence. He had come across many obstacles on his way, but still he urged forward. He had been lonely on this path for a long time, only seldom had he had visitors from the hills and forests outside the path, and they left as quickly as they passed. A tablet given to him by an old man of wise stature and a book which was given to him by 4 poorly dressed men were among the many things he had collected over the years. He had lost all these things long ago, the originals at least, but he had done his best to remember and memorize them so as to keep his gifts near.
                As he continued his perpetual walk the boy dreampt he heard a noise in the brush to his side and turned in its direction. Out of the fog stepped a man dressed in white. To describe the mans face is impossible, for it seemed all ethnicities were represented at once. A strange glow emanated from the man, as if beneath his clothes their lay a spirit instead of a man. The boy looked into the man's eyes, and the man began to speak. He spoke for hour upon hour, perhaps days. The man's voice was like a song, old as the rivers and sweet as the fruits of the Earth. The man spoke of the end, and then he left.
   The boy continued to walk, adding the man's speech to his bank of gifts.

Kyler's writing

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A dream of Humanity.

Conflict within