The Fire of Learning.
Jan 22, 2018 23:33:39 GMT -5
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Post by oceansky on Jan 22, 2018 23:33:39 GMT -5
The young sorceress could be seen walking the city, pausing to look at homes or shops. She would survey the buildings and make notes. Eventually she would talk to dockworkers, shop keepers, and the homeless about if they had seen any empty buildings for rent. Who to talk to about renting the spaces. (PM to be sent to Unknown)
Then the next day, even in the cold of winter, she approached one of the poor fires outside- and sat. A humble book bound in cloth, rather than the traditional leather, in her lap. The words she spoke were that of Darkharp, his songs printed to the pages, but through Lyn’s lips mere spoken word and conversation.
She didn’t come and do this alone. Another called Otter (crawlingchaos63) attended with her. He would keep her company or read from the book as well. The pair would have dialogue, to seed the conversation of education. Lyn would teach Otter of simple words of writing or basic histories. If they wanted to talk of magic? They would talk of that. It didn’t matter what the conversation was, so long as critical thinking was at the core. Self pride. The seeds of education. The fires of learning.
If someone wanted to learn? They would get their full attention, and switch from teaching each other to teaching groups. Small groups, large groups, none at all. It didn’t matter. But there was considerable charm between the two of them, and because they came as a two? There was always conversation to start and draw interest.
They would read from the book whatever was requested, but if no one requested, Lyn would merely read outloud of her own choosing. She would do this for an hour, minimum at sunset as the moon rose in the cold winter sky.
They would promise to come back with the parting words of "Never Stop Learning".
Then they return the next evening. And do it again.
~~~~~~~Read Outloud from the Selected Works of Darkharp, Vol 11~~~~
Your Soul
Imperfections hid from the light
Shadows can’t hide what’s inside
Your Soul
That’s your sense of pride
Your way of life
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
You gotta let it shine
Misdirection pulls from our sight
The given path to paradise
Is lying hidden behind your worried mind
Crippling your soul
It’s your way of life
Your sense of pride
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
Gotta let it shine
Misconceptions of wrong and right
Hypnotize and paralyze
The dreams you thought that you might find
Crushing your soul
It’s your way of life
Your sense of pride
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
Gotta let it shine
Yeah you gotta let it shine
~Darkharp
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Then the next day, even in the cold of winter, she approached one of the poor fires outside- and sat. A humble book bound in cloth, rather than the traditional leather, in her lap. The words she spoke were that of Darkharp, his songs printed to the pages, but through Lyn’s lips mere spoken word and conversation.
She didn’t come and do this alone. Another called Otter (crawlingchaos63) attended with her. He would keep her company or read from the book as well. The pair would have dialogue, to seed the conversation of education. Lyn would teach Otter of simple words of writing or basic histories. If they wanted to talk of magic? They would talk of that. It didn’t matter what the conversation was, so long as critical thinking was at the core. Self pride. The seeds of education. The fires of learning.
If someone wanted to learn? They would get their full attention, and switch from teaching each other to teaching groups. Small groups, large groups, none at all. It didn’t matter. But there was considerable charm between the two of them, and because they came as a two? There was always conversation to start and draw interest.
They would read from the book whatever was requested, but if no one requested, Lyn would merely read outloud of her own choosing. She would do this for an hour, minimum at sunset as the moon rose in the cold winter sky.
They would promise to come back with the parting words of "Never Stop Learning".
Then they return the next evening. And do it again.
~~~~~~~Read Outloud from the Selected Works of Darkharp, Vol 11~~~~
Your Soul
Imperfections hid from the light
Shadows can’t hide what’s inside
Your Soul
That’s your sense of pride
Your way of life
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
You gotta let it shine
Misdirection pulls from our sight
The given path to paradise
Is lying hidden behind your worried mind
Crippling your soul
It’s your way of life
Your sense of pride
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
Gotta let it shine
Misconceptions of wrong and right
Hypnotize and paralyze
The dreams you thought that you might find
Crushing your soul
It’s your way of life
Your sense of pride
Your given right to exercise your mind
That’s your soul
Gotta let it shine
Yeah you gotta let it shine
~Darkharp
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