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KingCarlton · 04-26-2002, 02:46 AM

Thinhyandoiel – I with draw MY unwarranted, partisan observations.

Lomelinde – Beautifully put there. And you don’t ramble about how reading fiction saved you tortured soul, but as to what it is and the magic and wonder reading such
Lore holds for one. Exactly what fiction should be experienced as.

Manelven – Yours so far has been the most expressive, well constructed post on this thread so far. You are a writer, indeed! I have no objection to you being at odds with me on this topic, as people with common interests also find minor differences.
From what I gather of your experience I come to this conclusion. That you had suffered a grievous mental as well as spiritual loss, your world so to speak was in disarray and you were left in a state of confusion with a desperate need to connect with something to accommodate the void. Fortunate you were that the connection was the medium of books, as books are the best form of personal entertainment and gratification. And the course reading books takes in one’s life is exactly how it happened for you and is the same for everyone else.

Eventually your alienation from the real world and increased discovery of newer and more engaging literature made you subconsciously connect to the stories and desperately long to be a part of them, to interact with them, to jump in and help, or fight or enjoy the festivities.
I know the feeling all too well.
As these connections transpired they also filled you with a sense of belonging, the kind that every good writer should instill in his work. And in your case and as well as with anyone who suffered similar or worse fates, you took this connection to a new level, almost to a belief and conviction that these books are making a profound impact in your lives. Which they do, but in your experience is it a matter of redemption and illumination.

But the truth here, my friend, is that any medium you chose, would have had the same effect on you because your being was desperate for a connection, to make sense of the loss suffered and to fill the void left behind. As you so well put it together in the last lines of the last verse, which makes me wonder are you a member of other forums, namely ones on combat-sports, music and religion? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

As I conclude this series of posts, I find that I have called upon the collective wrath of mostly, if not exclusively, the ladies on this forum. Is it because that the female of the human species is emotionally attuned at a higher level than me, the male?
That your sex is the one that can find the deep rooted emotional connection that a fictional character written as to endure great hardships in his quest offers?

Know Peace!

[ April 28, 2002: Message edited by: KingCarlton ]

04-26-2002, 02:46 AM	#40
KingCarlton Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Dream Kingdom Posts: 119	Thinhyandoiel – I with draw MY unwarranted, partisan observations. Lomelinde – Beautifully put there. And you don’t ramble about how reading fiction saved you tortured soul, but as to what it is and the magic and wonder reading such Lore holds for one. Exactly what fiction should be experienced as. Manelven – Yours so far has been the most expressive, well constructed post on this thread so far. You are a writer, indeed! I have no objection to you being at odds with me on this topic, as people with common interests also find minor differences. From what I gather of your experience I come to this conclusion. That you had suffered a grievous mental as well as spiritual loss, your world so to speak was in disarray and you were left in a state of confusion with a desperate need to connect with something to accommodate the void. Fortunate you were that the connection was the medium of books, as books are the best form of personal entertainment and gratification. And the course reading books takes in one’s life is exactly how it happened for you and is the same for everyone else. Eventually your alienation from the real world and increased discovery of newer and more engaging literature made you subconsciously connect to the stories and desperately long to be a part of them, to interact with them, to jump in and help, or fight or enjoy the festivities. I know the feeling all too well. As these connections transpired they also filled you with a sense of belonging, the kind that every good writer should instill in his work. And in your case and as well as with anyone who suffered similar or worse fates, you took this connection to a new level, almost to a belief and conviction that these books are making a profound impact in your lives. Which they do, but in your experience is it a matter of redemption and illumination. But the truth here, my friend, is that any medium you chose, would have had the same effect on you because your being was desperate for a connection, to make sense of the loss suffered and to fill the void left behind. As you so well put it together in the last lines of the last verse, which makes me wonder are you a member of other forums, namely ones on combat-sports, music and religion? [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] As I conclude this series of posts, I find that I have called upon the collective wrath of mostly, if not exclusively, the ladies on this forum. Is it because that the female of the human species is emotionally attuned at a higher level than me, the male? That your sex is the one that can find the deep rooted emotional connection that a fictional character written as to endure great hardships in his quest offers? Know Peace! [ April 28, 2002: Message edited by: KingCarlton ] __________________ Know ye People, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, And the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars. Hither came Carlton, the King, black haired, bronze hued, mightily thewed, sullen eyed. Sword in hand, a warrior, a destroyer, a conqueror. With gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jewelled thrones of the Earth, under his sandalled feet.