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Oct. 12th, 2006 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
destruction1_0No matter how quickly it may seem to happen --
Destruction is a process.
Destruction goes on all around you, everywhere, all the time. Things are ending and beginning and ending, and while some people think that nothing may end or die that has once had a place in Time --
Bullshit, he says, and his laugh is a roar.
Why he laughs --
Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you laugh if you were the process? Everything's moving and flowing, and you're beginning and ending at the same time. Everything is in flux. Everything.
Even you.
Especially you.
And maybe he's a little bit crazy, and maybe he's saner than sane, but mostly what he is is a traveler. What's to be reveled in is the process. It's about the journey, and not the destination.
(The destination is the Eldest Sister.)
The journey happens whether he's there to oversee it or not. So he might as well take the journey, over and over, putting his footprint on all the worlds there are, moving in and out of the stars here and there, thither and yon, because nothing stops. It's all a process. And while he's not going to go on forever --
Almost forever (he thinks; not like he's had a look in the Book) is good enough.
I'm a man of means, by no means:
King of the road.
Oh, he knows every engineer on every train, and all of their children, and all of their names, and Destruction's children (because he has them, and not all of them are his children in the same sense as Kitty Pryde) -- he knows them very well indeed, because they know the process better than anybody else. They comprehend it, whether they want to or not, and mostly they don't.
Suzi Darley.
The moment it happens, he knows --
Because for her, it really is a process. Turnover. That's the point at which the selyn in her system drops below the halfway point. Need for selyn is going to start to become all-encompassing.
It's systemic, it's biological, it's a process.
In an apple orchard in Maine, his head lifts, and
(But the door won't come back, I'm terrified, I have twenty three days of selyn left, and I don't want to die.)
he puts down the bushel basket he's carrying.
Destruction cracks his knuckles, rolls his neck around (and the vertebrae make gunshot sounds), and picks up his basket again and keeps moving.
She's one of his children, and she doesn't want to die.
But everything goes to the Eldest Sister in the end, when the process is done.
Everything.
Even him.
Even you.
Process that.
Destruction is a process.
Destruction goes on all around you, everywhere, all the time. Things are ending and beginning and ending, and while some people think that nothing may end or die that has once had a place in Time --
Bullshit, he says, and his laugh is a roar.
Why he laughs --
Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you laugh if you were the process? Everything's moving and flowing, and you're beginning and ending at the same time. Everything is in flux. Everything.
Even you.
Especially you.
And maybe he's a little bit crazy, and maybe he's saner than sane, but mostly what he is is a traveler. What's to be reveled in is the process. It's about the journey, and not the destination.
(The destination is the Eldest Sister.)
The journey happens whether he's there to oversee it or not. So he might as well take the journey, over and over, putting his footprint on all the worlds there are, moving in and out of the stars here and there, thither and yon, because nothing stops. It's all a process. And while he's not going to go on forever --
Almost forever (he thinks; not like he's had a look in the Book) is good enough.
I'm a man of means, by no means:
King of the road.
Oh, he knows every engineer on every train, and all of their children, and all of their names, and Destruction's children (because he has them, and not all of them are his children in the same sense as Kitty Pryde) -- he knows them very well indeed, because they know the process better than anybody else. They comprehend it, whether they want to or not, and mostly they don't.
Suzi Darley.
The moment it happens, he knows --
Because for her, it really is a process. Turnover. That's the point at which the selyn in her system drops below the halfway point. Need for selyn is going to start to become all-encompassing.
It's systemic, it's biological, it's a process.
In an apple orchard in Maine, his head lifts, and
(But the door won't come back, I'm terrified, I have twenty three days of selyn left, and I don't want to die.)
he puts down the bushel basket he's carrying.
Destruction cracks his knuckles, rolls his neck around (and the vertebrae make gunshot sounds), and picks up his basket again and keeps moving.
She's one of his children, and she doesn't want to die.
But everything goes to the Eldest Sister in the end, when the process is done.
Everything.
Even him.
Even you.
Process that.
