A Memorable Nightmare of Desires - Prologue

A Memorable Nightmare of Desires - Prologue

A Chapter by Jofer Serapio
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All about love... Special thanks, Wikipedia. 8D

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Deep beneath the bowels of Gorgos Dungeon, a lone warrior was against insurmountable odds. Although, it wasn't impossible for him to win, it was improbable as he was down to his last two quivers.

"Yumeru does not want this. Yumeru will make you all pay for making him tired. Yumeru will pawn you all with the power of 9000!"

Screaming like a desperate college girl trapped in a frat house, the Nova, with authority third only to Itoshiki and Neku of the renowned Shinsengumi, brandished his bow forward. He glared menacingly at the dragons, both mature and yet to be housebroken, surrounding himself and a scared figure with an aura of determined protection. With a flame bound of devotion, Yumeru provoked the dragons into joining the dance of violence, screaming his lungs out as the opposition launched themselves at him and his damsel in distress.

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What's truly in a name? For it denotes quite a fleeting emotion, ephemeral, does it satiate the thirst of society? Does it, in any relation to the word itself, promote a sense of authority? Could it establish borders, barriers and bridges? Names are nothing more than words, in all honesty, as is everything that leaves mortal lips. But words kill and they give birth and they fuel man to be who they are, to do what they're supposed to; to die, to live, to fight, to love, to surrender and to feel. What is then there to speak? What is it then to be heard? And how do we bleed, wound and scar, with letters and sounds?

Of all the world has to offer to man, love must be a curse to make fools out of sages. For to what extent can definition be attained without clarity, without anything concrete, absolved only by the limits of intellect and the predisposition to identity. Is it sane to love? Is it insane to not love? Hence, words are evil and words can relieve mortals of their greed, their lust and their evil. As immortal as they are, they lie dependent on memories, on emotions, as well. To the hero shall great knowledge and fame find solace once he frees the thinking world from the bane of irrationals. To the learned shall pain reside until he succumbs to folly.

At least, for the time being, while the emotion remains as mysterious as everything else but more so on the essential degree of living a life worth living, we can perhaps indulge on the fact that it is easier to define by contradiction than to define per se.

Love is not hate. It is positive and, by extension, it rears positive sentiments to the many.

Love is not lust. It does not lose itself in sex and would rather bask in emotional satisfaction. It is an intimate romantic attachement.

Love is not just friendship. Although it is applicable to some context, love is ruled by what is considered as romance and not just camaraderie.

In the realms of abstract, love is an experience felt by a person for another person. It often involves caring for, or identifying with a person or thing, including one's self in certain situations. But such can not satisfy a wise man. The word in itself is complex and any more leads to the thought terminating cliche. Love conquers all, all you need is love, love is blind... Such philosophies are born from the word alone and what power has it to obtain distinction as of absolute value, rather than of relative value.

On the cause of love, probability of principles and convictions ruling is possible as is the probability of connecting with another soul. The former, lying on materials and ideals, are achieved with the basics of attachement and satisfaction. The latter, however, is much more complicated. It is no mere liking another human being as the level is much higher, the degree more powerful, than the former. There exists unrequited love, with the sentiment only felt by one of the two involved.

As any basis for chemical sciences degrades the intellectual phenomenon that is love, psychology, on the other hand, brings more to the proverbial table. To that effect, it also complicates things. While chemists establish that love is nothing more than sex, human instinct to survive and reproduce, psychology demands that it be treated as a cognitive and social phenomenon. Commitment, intimacy and passion are said to form the basics for love. Within the triangle resides the emotion, strengthened by the belief of permanent relationships, varying levels of friendliness and romance, and sexual attraction.

Compromising both modern views, we get four main distinctions of its components: sexual attraction, attachement, companionate love and passionate love. Even in conclusion, it all still sounds confusing. Generations of dissections spent wistfully on the pursuit of knowledge and still here we are; trapped in a cold, dark empty room absorbed in our own interpretations to notice the open air vent just inches from our dirtied faces.

Why do we try to comprehend love? Is it because of necessity? Is it because of pride? Are we just trying to compensate for our own shortcomings, thus we try to pick a fight with fate, sneering at her lack of constancy?

Words are only words and they are uncertain themselves. Words associated with positivity are not always so and negativity may be just a point of view away. We love and yet we know not what it truly is. Some say we have reasons to love, others profess there are no reasons and only the person, herself, resides in our head and in our heart. We love to compensate, hence opposites attract. We love to feel like we belong, hence birds of the same feathers...

For everyone is a fool at their own distinction, shall we go on and establish what fools these mortals truly be?
 



© 2009 Jofer Serapio


Author's Note

Jofer Serapio
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of pure fiction. The characters, the events and the sensual innuendos are all fictitious. Any relation to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The guild name Shinsengumi belongs to their respective owners as do the aliases, the in game usernames and the forum usernames. Grand Chase and all related terms belong to KOG. Any reference to any existing works belong to their respective creators and publishers.

Jofer Serapio, [email protected] and [email protected] reserves this work as licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.

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