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Oh ci yo, good friends, well met. May we take a moment to chat? Perhaps about Hate? Hatred, they say, stems from fear. But can you not hate something you do not fear, or fear something you do not hate? It is possible, nay, likely, that fear and hatred are not the same. Fear comes to your stomach, whilst hatred comes a little higher and to the left. There are a lot of different reasons for hatred, and everyone has a hatred for something. There's rejection, death, castes, prejudice, abandonment. Some religious groups hate because their god tells them too. Whether it is the gods opposite; it's Satan, its Baal, its Loki, it's Hel, or another religious or non religious group. Hatred is blinding and yet awakening. It is narrow and all encompassing. It is pathetic and it is deadly. It is enraging and it is calming. Hatred is its own opposite. It has been used in courts and barred from them. It has brought death and life. It has torn apart empires and built them up. I advise you, use your hatred wisely. Consume it, drink it in, make it to bend to your will, but never allow it full controll, or it will run with you like you never beleived possible. Well, friend, the sun has gone, and the stars are looking upon us now. I left some fresh, warm cider inside next to the fire for you. Go rest your legs, and let your mind wander where it will. For now, I must hunt with the starlight. Olayo tutahe; farewell.

Greetings, friend. What a pleasure to see you again. Have your travels treated you well since we last parted ways? Come, come, sit by the fire. Sit by the fire and let us talk again. Let us speak this time of death. What is it about death that enchants some and repels others? Some people spend their lives around it while others spend their lives avoiding it. Some try to bring themselves to it and others search for eternal life. Some tempt death and others just watch. But lets take a look at death for a moment. Let's peer into its depths and try to find its secrets. Death is the most sure part of life, there is no avoiding it, there is no running from it for long, you can't bribe it or seduce it. Your money, your body with its vivacious curves, it wants none of these. So many different beleifs exist about death that there is no way to know what is true and what is not. Is there a divine being of utmost innocence and beauty waiting to wrap you into his loving arms, and wash from you all pain? Is there a demon king, waiting to burn your flesh from your bones over and again for being wicked enough to not beleive in the afore mentioned being of innocence? Are we born again in another form, or do we become one with the great spirit of the wind, contently wandering the earth in her tow, seeing all and caring not? None of this matters at the moment friend, that is in the future and this is now. Now I ask you, what are your thoughts on death? You need not tell me, just turn them over in your mind for a while. Think of what it makes you feel. Are you saddened by the loss of a loved one? Does the thought of your own mortality send shivers of fear through your body? Can you feel the blade enter your chest? The wind from the fall and see the ground rushing up to you with its lovers embrace? Death, dear friend, is life's last great adventure. It's one thing we will never understand completely until our own time comes. No matter what we think, no matter what our holy, or un-holy, books may tell us, they were all written by those who know as much as you. Do not fret, friend, your beleifs may still be true, and you may welll be on the right path. Remember, however, there is no escaping death, and there is usually narry a way to take it from someone and make it your own no matter how much you wish it. So fear not, Death keeps his own watch, when the time comes, you will die. When the time comes I will die. All we can do is ensure the legacy we leave behind is the one we want to, and maybe we will greet death on our own terms. For now, dear companion, I leave you for the nights sweet embrace. Her kisses on my skin and her voice in my ear tell me that it is time. Don't forget to put out the fire when you leave, and take care.

Here we gather again, friends. It seems that we meet often, and yet not often enough. Do you agree? Yes, so do I. But we each have our own paths to follow and we each must hold our heads high as we do. Friendship is a wonderfully powerful thing, is it not? Being close enough to someone to call them a true friend takes time and patience, a little luck, and a lot of trust. There are some people we see each day, we greet them in the hallway or on the road, we sit with them to eat our lunch, maybe we call on them from time to time, to find out how they are and catch up a little. We sometimes call these people friends, and yet, they would be better labeled as co-existors. In our subliminal desire for friendship, we sometimes mislabel those co-existors. Many people will only have one or two real, close friends, while others will have many. Some of these friends are, or can become, lovers. Whether it be lovers in that they engage in acts of sex, or in the truer sense of being in love. But what would make a person ever want to put their emotional stability into the hands of another? As human beings, we are plagued by the tendancy to take the words or actions of people to heart, and hurt ourselves badly in doing so. The pain we feel then is not close to that when a true friend perhaps says something off hand, and it is taken wrongly. Nor does it come near the feeling when your friend is taken from you in that way of absolute finality. This pain is terrible, but what way is there to stop it other than to live your life without friendship? What a parody of life that would be, no? A friend is solace and hope. A friend will drop everything to come to your aid, emotional or physical. A friend is willing to do more for you than you are willing to do for yourself. So take hold of friendship. Take root in it and never let it escape you. There are not many in the world who can call themselves your friend, nor mine, and so I cherish or time to talk.....friend.

Welcome back my friends. Here we are again, just like the days past. Come, walk with me. Walk with me and let us talk. Let's talk about fear. What is fear to you? A human emotion, you say? A weakness? True, it is both of those, but yet neither of them take fear to its root. Fear is nothing more than the knowledge of an impending event or action that a person cannot overcome. People do not wish to fail and this is what gives them fear. Fear can be healthy, keeping the toddler from wandering out of the yard and into the path of the truck, or it can be the end of you, reader, making you freeze in the face of that very truck. As one grows older, we would like to think there is nothing at all we fear. An adult is not supposed to be afraid. But I ask you now, friend, as we walk, are you not afraid of the dark when you are all alone? Clowns? Heights or enclosed spaces? Perhaps something more obscure, something intangible to all but your self, for whom it is as solid as a brick wall. Or maybe your only fear is the big one. Death. Many will say they do not fear death, and yet, when the time comes, they cry out, falter, and loose control of themselves. There is no shame in this. Our society is not that of feudal Japan, with Samurai cutting open their own stomachs to regain lost honor. Fear is perfectly understandable in the face of death. But you ask yourself, if one should be afraid of death, how can anyone knowingly throw themselves at death each and every day, not for a selfish suicide, but for the protection of others, the protection of ideals, or the simple defiance of an antagonist more powerful than them selves. The answer is simple. These people have found that perfect mindset. That mixture of knowing nothing can stop them.....as long as they try and use intellegence. It is that frame of mind I ask you to find. That you may become the Hawk, not the Field mouse. The dark holds no clawed horrors you cannot do away with by flipping a switch. Falling from heights is merely the quickest way to the bottom floor. The clown can be out run in his floppy shoes, and the enclosed space cannot contain you long. Failure is not to be feared, it is to be learned from and improved upon. When you fall down seven times, get up an eighth. Let noone defeat you, not even yourself. And this is where our paths seperate, friend. I must travel into the deepest of pits again to refresh. I hope you choose to take the clear path in front of you....for now. And remember our talk, turn it over in your mind a few times each day, you will find yourself a little bolder as time goes on. Farewell my friend, until we meet again.