Forge

"We drink our wine and wonder. Why we're really here..."
-Republic Tigers

Dark and cold= Bad. Hard. Dead?
Dark and hot= Good. Gross. Sexy?

Curious how the word DARK when appellated by a temperate adjective can change meanings completely. I've been thinking about swords, actually: So tall strong, bright, cold and sharp. They started out molten, dark in a forge, almost aqueous, hot and malleable.

Durability comes at a price. We tend to percieve that things forged in Darkness will be stronger and brighter in the light, like McCain soldiers, characters of integrity shaped under the dark oppression of the battlefield. And really we are all forged somewhere dark and hot, what else is sex-- pounding the hammer into the gooey immaterial life-giving fire womb.

Haha! I get too poetic in the mornings.

Remember to hold onto something dark and warm at your center. Sure, be cold and unflinching as your reach unto the stars, but unless you've got something dark and warm at your core, like any brittle sword or dying tree, you'll break in the wind.