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1 mo ago
Current One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
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2 mos ago
As a juvenile I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.
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3 mos ago
Nature has no use for the plea that one 'did not know'.
3 mos ago
It is the duty of one who goes his own way to inform society of what he finds on his voyage of discovery.
3 mos ago
Every human life contains a potential. It that potential is not fulfilled, that life was wasted.

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The Harbinger of Ferocity


Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.

"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten

I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.

My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.

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That is an unfortunate place to be with one's companion, @Carantathraiel. My apologies that your time is being consumed in dealing with something so upsetting. A delay to responses here is mostly harmless, at least take comfort in that.
I genuinely speak to perhaps one other person throughout the course of an entire day. The rest is passing fare at most, courtesies or acknowledgment, but nothing more. Conversationally, that is enough for me, as is simply passing through busy places; just the presence of people at all is taxing on the mind and patience.

Los Angeles, California
Elsewhere


What was a brief sleep for a tiger was hours on end to others. The passage of time came and went swiftly in the realm of dreams of course, whereas events elsewhere led up to their unfolding in the rest of the world. In fact, things had not been so quiet as they were in the tiger's lair. A world away it would seem other acts were evolving, but for the awakened cat? All that was in this moment was the need to stretch its limbs and yawn. Moseying about for a time, the cat figured it was high time again to find other sources of inquiry and interest, as the rest period had given it time to consider what was next.

By which, of course, meant staking out and seeking out marks within its territory. It knew the terrain now well enough that there was little concern for the other competition; it had an idea about them, which was more than none. But it needed to act on that drive to do something with this knowledge. So what next would come, one could only wonder, as the Predator sauntered its way out the rickety boards that shuttered the windows and quickly, quietly, maneuvered among rooftops and alleyways once more; an urban jungle as it was often referred to and one the great cat did not disagree with in perception. Each silent step was masked by the ambiance of the world around, still as busy as ever and unaware of the unseen guest.

What new things would come? Only time would tell as the wandering for the hour started...
The exceptional phenomena of synchronicity either stands as reason to conceive the notion that there are forces far beyond those understood now not limited by those understandings - deific in scale and frankly truly unknowable in any outright manner - or that the sheer odds of every potential event playing out through all of time and space somewhere, somewhen means that it simply will inevitably happen. I opt for the former understanding, because what makes true synchronicity remarkable in every capacity is that it is meaningful and therefor exceptionally unlikely. This is even with the knowledge that we have now such as thoughts effecting the outward universe; just thinking of a thing may alter the state of said thing on its most minute of levels.

No, synchronicity in life is an awesome thing, by which I mean great and terrible, dread and veneration. It may alter the content and context of anything it manifests in and alarmingly, has a tendency to appear - beyond the effect of the observer aware of it - more frequently than chance. It becomes more than mere perception of uncanny events and soon transforms itself into an entity that tilts the odds and scales in ways kind and unkind. So it may appear as humbly as the famous golden beetle or that moment of impending terror where events, as with actual and non-clinical déjà vu a breath before disaster, all while played out in hand before uninvolved or disbelieving parties.

Synchronicity is just a personal favorite and thus a strong candidate for suggesting life has no shortage of these things that make it not so straight and narrow as man likes to pretend them to be in this age.
"The dog appeals to cheap and facile emotions; the cat to the deepest founts of imagination and cosmic perception in the human mind. It is no accident that the contemplative Egyptians, together with such later poetic spirits as Poe, Gautier, Baudelaire, and Swinburne, were all sincere worshippers of the supple grimalkin."
H.P. Lovecraft
There is a certain passion I derive from knowing all that I can within my scope of interests, even details considered irrelevant to the greater concept. Such small trivia seems to tie it in together well.
I often haven't any idea just what day of the week or what specific day of the month it is. The concept of time all just blurs together. In the end, all that matters is that I know each day where I need be. The details otherwise of the day seem largely irrelevant.
"The one certainty in tiger tracks is: follow them long enough and you will eventually arrive at a tiger, unless the tiger arrives at you first."
John Valiant
While some call it a cliche to be in awe of sunrise or sunset, the moon, shooting stars, thunderstorms, or other similar environmental phenomena, it has always been a trait of mine to be thankful for it. There is an uncanny familiarity and wonder of it, an appreciation, which predates me. It is, in a way I suppose, fundamentally disrespectful not to acknowledge them and what they are in my experience.
yes indeed i have been a tiger my whole life, but everyone knows the magestic liger is the queen of large cats haha. alot of my friends who know my name still call me tiger anyways

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