June 14, 2012
Page 122 Book 5: The War Diaries
Unfortunately, the hand isn’t very talkative.
As powerful as spellcasters are, it’s actually pretty easy to shut them down. How many times have seen mages gagged and shackled and left, as a result, essentially powerless? There’s even an entire school of magic to the effect of disrupting spells and magical effects: Abjuration. Sildyu here is just going the simplest route, that of preventing Apenguin from getting a clear shot at her, something Illel certainly sympathises with him over.
Perhaps more alarming news today is that I’m old. Not perhaps a shocking revelation, but today I turn the new shade of elderly that is 22. In my time thus far, I’ve seen the Internet go from an angry-sounding box in the attic to something expected of virtually every device and location, I’ve seen governments reorganise to fight wage religious terrorism against religious terrorists, I’ve seen industries crumble and reinvent themselves, a half-dozen armageddon dates, and science fiction quickly becoming science fact at a rate unprecedented in human history.
So what have I learned along the way? This seems like a good day to be retrospective after all. I’ve learned that humans are, basically, idiots, easily tricked and often all too willing to be tricked. I’ve learned that nothing ever stops scientific progress for long, technology picking up right alongside it, and I’ve learned that even in their darkest of moments, human beings possess the most blinding capacity for kindness of any species of organism to ever crawl from the mucky cogwheels of evolution.
I’ve met artists, directors, and authors and made a measure of myself against them my goal to surpass, and I’ve met stars and millionaires and realised how excessive that goal really is. I’ve watched entire worlds assemble themselves in a handful of days and weeks, and known exactly what I can contribute to their beautiful unfolding and how.
As the years continue to mount against me, I hope I can leave something behind for all the awesome people I’ve encountered, and for all the awesome people we will all undoubtably leave in our wake. I hope I can contribute something to the world, be it some revolutionary artificial intelligence program (singularity, ho!) or just an hour or two of entertaining media. I hope to get better at the things I’m bad at, improve at the things I’m good at, and find all manner of new things to add to my list. I have met so many wonderful people so far, and perhaps most of all I hope to meet so many more.
As my final day looms, assuming I’m so unfortunate as to quietly allow it to loom, I hope I can relax in a comfortable chair, my excessively-large mug of tea growing cold and forgotten on a desk nearby, still typing and drawing at a keyboard, and smiling as the sun draws new on the horizon.