IWe can reframe our hero and villain characters as apex nurturer-protector and apex predator respectively. Whether we are looking at Kong vs Godzilla or the character of Dominic Toretto in the "Fast and the Furious" franchise vs any of the villains his team faces, we see the same theme. Humanity is looking to run itself with apex nurturer-protectors rather than apex predators because this is the way to peace and sustainability.Character is not a set thing, yet can morph and change as we mature, as we learn to keep the 'good wolf' version of ourselves in command and the cold hearted 'evil wolf' self at bay. We are, after all, as the elder said, "Two Wolves."Lisa threw her head back and laughed. "Hypocrite? Ha! Yes, of course I'm a hypocrite, but then there are two of me. There's my subconscious mind with its high ideals and my conscious that just wants to ensure the survival of me and you. So yes, I want to fight global warming and I drive a car, I want animal rights and I buy meat, I
Evelyn loved stories like that, and so she read on. According to our sources, the shadow government can now run all of your writings and audios through an artificial intelligence computer. From the subcomponents of your language and word choices, from the metaphors you chose, they can determine your psychology completely and literally read all your private thoughts. If you have any online presence at all, especially in social media or creative writings, you have no secrets. They know who the criminals are, who the assholes are and who the meek are. You are all bagged and tagged in cyber space.Reason died so long ago that most are zombie to some degree or other, all seeking "brains to consume" - hence social media. The hordes are whores for ideas and have no capacity to make sense of them. They will support nonsense with as much force as sense. They will ask for explanations they have no capacity to comprehend... and then blame you, ridicule you, set others against you... unless you
This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening.If I ever cross my heart... if I ever betray my heart and anger it... then I hope to die. For in this life my heart is my pure heaven-ward guide. To those I love, to the world I love, to my true life mission and path... I must be faithful, protective and nurturing. I'd rather be dead than do deeds for the evil force. So, you see, I didn't sell my soul because it is already owned by my creator and in that commitment I feel safest and best.Love is our sun, night and day, our sixteen candles ever protected, ever safe and sound.Those rough hands were my medication, my heart-song and my light, for that is love. Love compacts the senses, and as when stardust so compacted in the universe, a new star is born with its own gravity and radiant light.Love is a quiet emotion that in time becomes part of the oxygen you need to breathe, and so though you
In your words I am safe because they aren't just words. You are there every day, every year. You are there in the good times and the bad. Even knowing my faults, of which there are many, you are there to listen, to defend, to love. You understand my anxieties, my triggers and the ghosts that haunt me, driving actions that are so illogical to others. In return I keep you safe with my words, my deeds. I am the one who will always be there for you, be honest with you, listen and care. I won't always have answers for you, you won't always have answers for me, but you will never be alone in your problems and neither will I. So today I will paint you a picture of my love with words, and then everyday I will prove they are true."A love that isn't considerate and kind is not love at all." Parker Ryan was saying to his daughter. "It is merely an emotional attachment. Bonds can be made for selfish reasons or simply fail to mature to real love. For love to be real each partner puts the other fir
"Love, dearest Doris, is not a spoken language at all, so listen not to tongues of silver. Love is in kind deeds, thoughtful actions, truthfulness, trustworthiness and self-sacrifice. Within that definition of love lies true passion, not at all the same thing as lust - a transitory satisfaction for the 'hungry ghost' soul. Know this, sweet child, and you'll have more love than your heart can hold even in the 'slim' years."She was confused, as she hqd been asked to leave her husband again. I love you. That means I would defend you with my life even if the odds were insurmountable. It means I will comfort you in the difficult and painful times. It means I will dance and rejoice with you when times are good. It means I will never betray you, never give up on you. It means finding my fire when you, my loved one, is threatened, yet never waging war - only doing what is necessary for a noble defence. Love says I forgive you when you err. Love says though life may test me I am yours into et
Doris's mother's, Evelyn was tasked master, mission maker and decider of everyone's general direction in life. She organized the chores, the academia and the fun like any good army drill sergeant. My father did nothing but work; work at his job, work at fixing up the house and work at getting enough sleep so that he didn't doze off on the way to the factory the next day. Once in a while he would smile or laugh - and when he did the world brightened for those precious moments - then he would sink back down into his whirl of fretting. My older brother was the champion, the go-getter, the model child that mom had so carefully crafted. I was the extra, the buddy, the second and last. Always I got less support, less consideration, but still compared to the yard stick of my brother. Always second best, always found lacking in some vital ingredient for success. I took to following Dad around the house, learning what tools to use for what, how to fix a leak, make a wall frame, insert a new win
Her mother, Evelyn was task master, mission maker and decider of everyone's general direction in life. She organized the chores, the academia and the fun like any good army drill sergeant. My father did nothing but work; work at his job, work at fixing up the house and work at getting enough sleep so that he didn't doze off on the way to the factory the next day. Once in a while he would smile or laugh - and when he did the world brightened for those precious moments - then he would sink back down into his whirl of fretting. My older brother was the champion, the go-getter, the model child that mom had so carefully crafted. I was the extra, the buddy, the second and last. Always I got less support, less consideration, but still compared to the yard stick of my brother. Always second best, always found lacking in some vital ingredient for success. I took to following Dad around the house, learning what tools to use for what, how to fix a leak, make a wall frame, insert a new window...H
Being in love can be painful if you aren't sure that the love is mirrored the same way in the one you love. Isla knew that much, and she feared she would never heal again. The pain comes from fear and the need to feel loved, nurtured and protected - as you wish to love, nurture and protect the one you love. You want to 'come home' but you aren't sure that it is your home, or that you can keep it as you feel the emotional need to. That stage should pass when you either get together or move on. If it lasts after you get together then something is wrong because you should now feel safe and assured that the other loves you as much as you love them. One who keeps you insecure has not love for you but possession of you. And whilst passionate love often takes a form of protective possession, it does reassure and give security, nuture, emotional warmth and dependable kindness. It takes real bravery to bring your thoughts to these issues, yet the rewards of getting love right are great. It is t