While walking through the patch of forest north of the monastery, James considered the implications of the monk's words. He felt his own being as what it was; a separate corporeal body his spirit suspended and directed in space; a dynamically interactive being in a realm of intricate and vibrant surroundings; and each life a resonant bell that tolled its own language and attuned to the languages surrounding it.
He was content to stride through the cathedral of living bells, augmenting their song with one of his own: a hummed melody remembered from childhood and days where nothing could go wrong. And his purpose gradually became clear to him; it was to protect this place and these people from harm, and to do so for as long he could bear the burden. He would do so for the rest of his life if need be. And what a vibrant life it would be. 
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Your blog has died :p
Hush Hush. It's only been two weeks or so... I'm working on the next installment. lol.
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