Surya wrote:My Dear!! You have been hanging out with the wrong Suns!! No, nothing like that for me! Our interplay is a wondrous thing!! Our children, the Shadows, are perfection and grace!! Fluid beauty! The very children of the world delight in them, casting them on walls, intertwining them, shaping them into whatever their imaginations can conceive!
Kai wrote:Wondrous things indeed, the chase of light and dark. Darkness ever fleeing, Light chasing after - confining, forcing darkness to hold shape as shadow. What great dominion you hold over your opposite, Surya.
Surya wrote:Always the pessimist, eh, Kai?
No, there is no Light without Dark; no Dark without Light. The words describing each would not exist if the other did not also exist. If one were eliminated, no matter which, the loneliness and pointlessness would stagger the imagination.
But, by all means, call our endless interactions Strife, if you wish. No reason you cannot benefit from our dance!
I can see why you would enjoy them, Kai. Shadows are not our children, Surya. They are simply me. They are the pieces of me that survive your gaze, briefly. They dance and flicker to amuse children, who don't know what they're laughing at. The children's words are correct, that shadows would not exist without the sun, but the loneliness and pointlessness... I think those are simply an example of human ignorance influencing language. In this, I agree with Kai. Strife it most certainly is. Because my agony is so beautiful, do not mistake it for ectasy in what you are doing, Surya.
Libidinal wrote:Come now, Nyx! Surely you can see how the sun comes at you like a playful lover. You're simply a tease, hiding away like that.
And Surya, you're never going to get any if you don't tone it down a little. Subtlety is not the Sun's strongsuit I suppose.
Know you not the other face of love, Libidinal? The face that apologizes the next morning, for the evening's drunken abuse? The face that says with all certainty that it was her fault for MAKING him hurt her? Surely your 'priestesses' encounter more than just the gentle and humble petitioners, come to worship at their alters. Surely they also must defile themselves in your name with the men who come to them simply because they are too crude and crass to bed a woman who can choose.
Do not involve yourself in things until you know the whole story. I do not tease, I just have nowhere else to flee.
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.