Rumination 3

Writers willingly confine themselves to an enclosed space for a dedicated amount of time every day, and then torture themselves by writing even if they have nothing to write. But they enjoy it.
The real fear comes when they have to present that work to you. The public. There they are judged on everything. From execution to their names. To push something that personal out into the world takes a special type of courage that only a few people have. I'm not sure I have that type of courage; so I rationalize it.
Even if people hate my book now, it will become a cult classic in twenty years, like every other hated book.

Gathering

We are born alone, we will die alone; but while we're here we will surround ourselves with others like us. Others that think like us, dream like us.
We'll shun and ignore those that don't. The ones we don't understand, nor care to, because it's easier to fear that which we don't understand than it is to comprehend it.
When the whole gathers, we will separate ourselves into smaller clumps. Suddenly, we ignore the rest, and in that moment they do not exist. They are the out-group, and they don't matter.
We'll do anything for those we consider our "peers," die for them, kill for them. We will do anything to the 'outsiders.' They aren't like us, therefore less than human.
This is how entire nations find justification for war.
In their glory, in-groups can be expanded. In a nation every patriot is a member of the in-group. Everyone else is the enemy.

Stunning Walls of Fear
Dreams born from fear,
in the shallow minds of the forsaken,
They will always linger here,
in the tattered souls of the broken.

I'm your true disciple after all,
so soon the time came;
Too late to hide in shame,
it's time for you to fall

Why is it so hard to believe,
Beyond the burnt bridges to desire
A song deep within the soul

We all dream to be alive!
We all rot behind
Stunning walls of our fear!

You taught me everything you know
Where you went, I dare not go
I tried to fly, you told me no.
So I found solace in dark liberty.

You cower behind your walls
For fear of the other side
you spent your days creating pitfalls
Eventually they came back to haunt you.

You taught me everything you knew,
For hope I'd be the neo-you.
You thought everything through,
Except that I was more brilliant than you.

Imagine for a moment that I heard everything,
Imagine that I know,
That I've seen, what you really are.
What you've tried so hard to hide.

Why is it so hard to believe,
Beyond the burnt bridges to desire
A song deep within the soul

We all dream to be alive!
We all rot behind
Stunning walls of our fear!