Matters of Perception
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Final Fantasy Anime › Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children
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Adult
Chapters:
3
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745
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4
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Currently Reading:
1
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Matters of Perception
Eye of Ra: Currently this is a work in progress as I would like to add more chapters. It would be nice to have feed back because I would like to shape said chapters on your thoughts. That being said, I hope you enjoy. Here's to Sephiroth.
Matters of Perception
You see me through tainted eyes. Biased eyes. Unknowing eyes. You and your slanted opinion. How do you know me? By some arrogant humans opinion of me. It doesn’t matter whose – not any more. Not really.
It only matters that you don’t understand because you never got to see from my eyes.
You see, I see myself quite differently than you might think. And although it is all for Mother, do you honestly know why? You think you do. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in the way you are. Just.... Sitting there. Or standing. It doesn’t matter. It’s there. I can taste it on you, in the air, just next to the smells. I can hear it in the way you speak. It doesn’t even have to be the way you speak to me. Perhaps, about me.
Maybe you’re the one that thinks you’re so good. To know it all with out knowing. Somehow you don’t have to know and that makes it okay. As if what this is wasn’t some opalescent view but crystal, shiny and clear instead of milky and hard to see through. But it doesn’t really matter, not any more. I’m here. And I’ll tell you a story, should you listen.
Do you want to hear it? Would you even listen? Do you know who I am? Or are you willing to learn? I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Nothing ever makes a difference, not now. I’m a legend tainted, a man forgotten. A monster torn to pieces and celebrated as defeated. Do you even know if I was truly defeated? Perhaps. You think you know.
The Lifestream is a wondrous thing. And not just for me. So now I am “gone” and no one remembers. No one cares. Should they? I have to wonder. Is it not better this way? Though it is thoughtless on your behalf for thinking so lowly of me. But it has been a long time since anyone has ever thought highly of me. Anyone that wasn’t Mother, I mean.
Do you remember my name? Perhaps. Some that were involved will never forget. There are few ways they could. Do you remember my legacy? I was a legend, the hero of my time. I didn’t want it. Did you know? No one did. Do you remember the days of old when they were borne into new? No one knows them quite like me. And everyone called it insanity. But really, who is to judge what brings such a thing?
Do people even remember me; sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I would like to know. The rest of the time I remember that it doesn’t matter. When the time comes, fear is fear and death is death. The fate of the Planet will come, and by my hands as well. Because I am not here right now, do not think I am gone. I am simply waiting and biding my time, making a better plan.
It is that way, I know, nothing matters. All is meaningless. And everything has more meaning. The end will come and I will help to bring it. Just as I promised. No one could ever understand. No one ever does. The simply call my insanity. So be it. Insane or not, I will go with Mother, and I will do as she wants. Even if I will be the only one to know how beautiful it will be, at least I will know it is the beginning of happiness.
Matters of Perception
You see me through tainted eyes. Biased eyes. Unknowing eyes. You and your slanted opinion. How do you know me? By some arrogant humans opinion of me. It doesn’t matter whose – not any more. Not really.
It only matters that you don’t understand because you never got to see from my eyes.
You see, I see myself quite differently than you might think. And although it is all for Mother, do you honestly know why? You think you do. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in the way you are. Just.... Sitting there. Or standing. It doesn’t matter. It’s there. I can taste it on you, in the air, just next to the smells. I can hear it in the way you speak. It doesn’t even have to be the way you speak to me. Perhaps, about me.
Maybe you’re the one that thinks you’re so good. To know it all with out knowing. Somehow you don’t have to know and that makes it okay. As if what this is wasn’t some opalescent view but crystal, shiny and clear instead of milky and hard to see through. But it doesn’t really matter, not any more. I’m here. And I’ll tell you a story, should you listen.
Do you want to hear it? Would you even listen? Do you know who I am? Or are you willing to learn? I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Nothing ever makes a difference, not now. I’m a legend tainted, a man forgotten. A monster torn to pieces and celebrated as defeated. Do you even know if I was truly defeated? Perhaps. You think you know.
The Lifestream is a wondrous thing. And not just for me. So now I am “gone” and no one remembers. No one cares. Should they? I have to wonder. Is it not better this way? Though it is thoughtless on your behalf for thinking so lowly of me. But it has been a long time since anyone has ever thought highly of me. Anyone that wasn’t Mother, I mean.
Do you remember my name? Perhaps. Some that were involved will never forget. There are few ways they could. Do you remember my legacy? I was a legend, the hero of my time. I didn’t want it. Did you know? No one did. Do you remember the days of old when they were borne into new? No one knows them quite like me. And everyone called it insanity. But really, who is to judge what brings such a thing?
Do people even remember me; sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I would like to know. The rest of the time I remember that it doesn’t matter. When the time comes, fear is fear and death is death. The fate of the Planet will come, and by my hands as well. Because I am not here right now, do not think I am gone. I am simply waiting and biding my time, making a better plan.
It is that way, I know, nothing matters. All is meaningless. And everything has more meaning. The end will come and I will help to bring it. Just as I promised. No one could ever understand. No one ever does. The simply call my insanity. So be it. Insane or not, I will go with Mother, and I will do as she wants. Even if I will be the only one to know how beautiful it will be, at least I will know it is the beginning of happiness.