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![Creativity (Read Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cPiDIaPR0Ag/mqdefault.jpg "Creativity (Read Description) [For Honor]
Look at a photo of yourself when you were a child. If you could write a letter, or a poem or story to that child, what would you say? Heres mine:
I don’t remember it but in this picture you’re charging forward laughing, your arms point to the person behind the camera who would not be there the rest of your life.
Young one, you were not born to stress – those were merely spiderwebs in your hair, from hiding in the dusty attic where you slept, your bed was the dust where the grown-ups stored their old arguments and your pillow was full of your neighborhood hiding its monstrosities around you.
You shook your head out. You had to shake off a venomous daze from a few spider bites also, but you joined the world, despite the people.
Young one, flecks of dust, and wisps of webs catch sunlight pretty well - the word “well” is a deep word, and wellness will be there, albeit some ways off. Remember, through honesty, the well carries long, long thoughts.
I, too, shake my head these days. My hair is spiderweb silver but you can now trust my arms to catch you from falling. Your forgiveness has meant everything to me.
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![How Highlander Survives These Days (Letter from his Wife in Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gjZZOu8AjUg/mqdefault.jpg "How Highlander Survives These Days (Letter from his Wife in Description) [For Honor]
The old man read the letter that his wife wrote on parchment using a fingernail and her own blood: My dear love, it is I who talks to birds, and I write this to you from a moving cage. Much has changed in our land since you’ve been away. People speak of Honor as something that is won or kept in battle rather than as truth gained in the loyalty towards all humankind. We were attacked by a large raiding tribe. I defended our village as long as I could. Both our sons fought bravely but they are gone to the other world.
The enemy cut off our water supply in the North, slaughtered or stole our cattle. Our village was in a state of disarray when they finally invaded. When we were under siege, that was when we were at our weakest, I saw the blacksmith’s son kill his own brother over a sliver of beef and some salt. A few of our craftsmen were recruited by the enemy and turned against their kinsmen. They betrayed us and informed the enemy of our weaknesses. After the attack they killed or sold those of us who were not of use to them.
As I was able to speak some of their language, I told them I was wife to a chieftain and offered myself as ransom and translator, to save as many lives as possible. I believe your youngest sister is still alive, and she is with child, but we do not know who the father is.
Days after the raid, they asked me your name. They were seated in our very own chairs in the old hall, and I spoke your name out loud, then there was brief silence, they argued amongst themselves. Nine days later a hundred or so men left to settle elsewhere. The rest ventured West, to settle or sail, and I was taken along with them. They do not understand their horses, and so they travel slowly, we have been traveling over 15 days, as I write this we have just crossed the Cold Mountains. I see no ocean to the west, the sky merely moves into the gray. I do not know how long I’ll live, but I will try to live as long as I can. Somehow I have kept my sense of honor. I remember life with you in the summer fields and the sunlight there on the blades of the leaves. You must remember those times to me if we see each other again.")
![I Trained To Be A Psychic (To Use Warden on Old Generation) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hM8JcWJzQH4/mqdefault.jpg "I Trained To Be A Psychic (To Use Warden on Old Generation) [For Honor]
Low Tier but a classic. Let us not allow the same for the Human Spirit. Im sure many of you have heard of Chat GPT by now. Let me share with you Merriam-Webster’s definitions of the words titling this video.
Psychic:
— of or relating to the psyche (mind and soul).
— immaterial, moral, or spiritual in origin or force.
— marked by mysterious sensitivity, perception, or understanding.
Warden:
— one having care or charge of something: guardian, keeper.
— an official in charge of the operation of a prison.
These 2 definitions are my poem to you all this time around. Whats your poem going to be in the comments? Dont write it for me, dont write for the deep-learning machine that absorbs it...write it for your soul that is capable of far more than mere imitation. Please leave crumbs behind for future generations, so they may find their way out, find their way into something better, or simply find their own way period.
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Songs: Blue Skies (Sullivan); Little Liar (Goat Girl); Boogie Chillen (John Lee Hooker); iron Man (Black Sabbath, Boogie Chillen Mashup by Oma Gosh)
Poem: In Our Time (Muriel Rukeyser)
The Web (Watts)")
