Perseverance. Motion despite circumstance. Isn't that what it's all about? One master defying another, one maze lain on top of the other and all you ever do is run. Whether the universe is crumbling to chaos, the Flood are going to destroy the universe, or the sleeping God's dreams are finally starting to tear at the bends of reality, you can be depended upon to persevere. To continue moving. Falling. Isn't it strange that you're represented as a knife? Chance tears and bends. "Where giants have fallen, you can conquer." The memoirs of a man who might not have ever existed, a dead man walking after a long fall. Or perhaps he always existed. "Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh..." The eternal warrior, never allowed to rest. Always set in the right place at the right moment. Tipping the scales. Disallowing balance. Destiny, never allowed to rest. Destiny, out of control, guided by other forces. Your entire existence is a paradox. Destiny with free will. Free to follow other's orders. Who's ordering you now? Durandal... The Jjaro... Bernhard... Cortana... Tycho... Leela... Blake... Anger without purpose. Destruction without purpose. Motion without purpose. Motion despite circumstance. Even knighted as Destiny, you remain without self-guidance. But you always had focus. Mother Earth came to greet me and I shook her. You never thought it strange that the worlds revolved around you. You never lost the focus. Understanding of the environment's effects. No longer depending upon environment for identity. "All you need, then, is identity." Mother Earth did not shake you. Cold death. Hard vacuum. Mantras eat through your ears into your brain. The Vidmaster's Oath, the Pledge of Allegiance at school, the grind of machinery at Wheeling, the Special Forces, the rats in the walls. Teeth chattering down endless corridors. Cold fright. You never chose. When they needed you, you did not come. When They needed you, you came. Who destines Destiny? Perhaps no one. Control. A personal struggle against mind. Chronic amnesia so you never stop moving. If you understood circumstance, you would falter. Fail. Limited by the breaking of your body. Thrust into the dance of forever. Cutting through the deeping sky. The knife. The broadsword. Which is it? Dark dreaming... Deeping sky... Cold death. Hard vacuum. Durability. The eyes in the shadows. The suits. Sanitation works. Girl. Gum. Life beyond purpose. Life without end. Life by the means. The fight to remember. The fight to dream. The endless battle to make your last thought your own. A battle without end is a battle of means. A battle without end. Free fall. Mother Earth Came To Greet Me And I Shook Her