Rants & Essays
By Marcus Pan
I am rarely seen and I am rarely heard. I sit silently
in the darkness and I watch. I watch those claiming to be "good" fighting those
who are supposedly "evil". Sometimes they take on names, such as "God" versus
"Satan" or "Black" versus "White". I sit and watch them. I move rarely and only
when I must.
I worship nothing. I do not lead nor do I follow. Following
is for the weak and leading is for the gullible. I just watch. Sit...and
I worship noone. Nothing celestial or god-like nor nothing
claiming to be. I watch the essence of all worlds come together and I know of
Sometimes, I will step out of the shadows for a time. Those
who see and know me know my power, yet they do not know all. Some refuse to
believe. So be it far from me to change their minds. 'Tis their choice to
believe or not. I will not demonstrate for them. They are not worthy of
glancing upon the sights I can conjure and I do not need to prove myself to
anyone or anything.
And like a cat, I cautiously pad back into the shadows,
molding into the darkness. I am one with the night.
I am neither white nor black, yet I am both. And as I sit I
see these good and evil fools destroy themselves. And all for naught. And when
the destruction is complete it will be only me. Sitting within the swirling
convalescence of Chaos and I will laugh out loud, for I have prevailed over
all. I am the Watcher, the one who sees and knows all. The one who will live
and prevail. And when I am through laughing I will sit...and watch.
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