Apr. 10, 2003 - 10:09 p.m.
Little boys and their toys....how scrumptious.
They weild imagination and toy swords. They believe honor is found in the silly games of courtly love. They reminisce about worlds and times long ago deceased and best left that way. They are caught up in their own importance, forgetting that there is life outside of their minds.
And they don't understand it is a game, an experiment, an amusement to while away my boredom.
The only weapons I need are the wit and grace given to me by the gods. The only honor I trust is the loyalty hard won and sorely tested. The only world I call home is the place my body and mind inhabit. The only arrogance I allow is the one I know I can get away with. The only game I play is costly.
And I do understand it's a game. Because in the end, the fabric of the universe is just a big ball of string, and this pussy cat wants to play.
