{Rosethorn} Am Not - Moments in Time
Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfarers_lodgeMagic is Beauty.
Rosethorn tapped her pen against the desk, trying to get her thoughts in order- more difficult than expected when her eyes felt like they were rolled in sand, and her fingers drooped. But she couldn't sleep, no, not yet. Needed to finish writing.
Magic is beauty. Or perhaps truth, she continued, not really thinking as she wrote, but it is channeled by the flawed and the imperfect, like the Christians say the Word of God is.
"So far, so good..." She muttered, rolling the pen between her calloused fingers for a moment before continuing. Contact with the world of the Pentacle would meant she had to get her thoughts straight, before it became 'Burn the Apostate' again, before she forgot the things that she loved in the face of the parts of her people that she hated.
Whatever we do with magic is tainted by our own hubris and stupidity and desire to use it to our own ends and will, not will of the world or the Supernal. Magic is not good or evil- it is our actions that make it so. Magic is a glorious, dangerous tool that should not be put into the hands of the unready
She blinked, startled by her ugly thoughts, and firmly slashed out the lines she had just written. She looked at the paper, almost torn through by her frantic strokes, and doodled a final note at the bottom, before going up to her garden to rest.
I am not a Banisher. I love magic too much. I am not a Banisher.
Rosethorn tapped her pen against the desk, trying to get her thoughts in order- more difficult than expected when her eyes felt like they were rolled in sand, and her fingers drooped. But she couldn't sleep, no, not yet. Needed to finish writing.
Magic is beauty. Or perhaps truth, she continued, not really thinking as she wrote, but it is channeled by the flawed and the imperfect, like the Christians say the Word of God is.
"So far, so good..." She muttered, rolling the pen between her calloused fingers for a moment before continuing. Contact with the world of the Pentacle would meant she had to get her thoughts straight, before it became 'Burn the Apostate' again, before she forgot the things that she loved in the face of the parts of her people that she hated.
Whatever we do with magic is tainted by our own hubris and stupidity and desire to use it to our own ends and will, not will of the world or the Supernal. Magic is not good or evil- it is our actions that make it so. Magic is a glorious, dangerous tool that should not be put into the hands of the unready
She blinked, startled by her ugly thoughts, and firmly slashed out the lines she had just written. She looked at the paper, almost torn through by her frantic strokes, and doodled a final note at the bottom, before going up to her garden to rest.
I am not a Banisher. I love magic too much. I am not a Banisher.
