The words of radiance

Its not your fault, i'd rather be like you. I'd rather not have lived the life i have. I would that the world was only full of people like you People who don't understand pain Oh all people understand pain, thats not what i'm talking about. It's.... The sorrow, of watching a life crumble? of struggling to grab it and old on, but feeling hope become stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses? yes the sensation- it's not sorrow, but something deeper-- of being broken. of being crushed so often and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you'd feel something. Instead you feel nothing, just... haze and smoke inside. like you're already dead The crushing guilt, of being powerless. Of wishing they'd hurt you instead of those around you. Of screaming and scrambling and hating as those you love are ruined, popped like a boil. And you have to watch their joy seeping away whole you can't do anyting. They break the ones you love, and not you. And you plead. Cant you beat me instead? Yes yes. i would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things. I agree with everything i have. He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there inside. She had been broken> Then she smiled. Oh storms. She smiled anyway. It was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen in his entire life How? Help's if you're crazy. __________________________ Those words of radiance. So brilliant and beautiful. Too bad adolin's timing and position is better TT In this, as in all things, our actions give us away, If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty- using new and innovative techniques- she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No, she'd be called a derivative. Intellect, if a great thinker develops a new theory of mathematics, science or philosophy , we will name him wise. We will si at his feet and learn and will record his name in history for thousands upon thousands to revere. But what if another man determines e same theory on his own, then delays his publishing by a mere week? WIll he be remembered for his greatness? No. he will be forgotten. Invention. A woman builds a new design of great worth. she will be known as an innovater. But if someone with the same talent creates the same design a year later, not realising it has already been crafted, will she be rewarded for her creativity? No. She'll be called a copier and a forger. And so in the end, what must we determine. Is it the intellect of a genius that we revere? If it were their artistry , the beauty of their mind, would we not laud it regardless on whether we'd seen their product before? But we don't. given two works of artistic majesty, otherwise weighted equally, we will give greater acclaim to the one who did it first. It doesnt matter what you create. It matters what you create before anyone else. so its not the beauty itself we admire. Its not the force of intellect. It's not invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent that we think a man can have? Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty. What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly.... timeliness, I fear you may be too late my confused unfortunate friend TT