Over here, wanderer, someone must explain this place to you. So sit next to my fire. Rest your anger for a moment. Screaming, desperate and full of rage, you crawled out of the fog wall behind you; making a bigger fuss than you ought. I’m curious…do only men in their darkest of times see the red of our fires as salvation? Most steer clear, not desperate enough to listen.

 

I suspect some fear our light; better to hate imaginary monsters than to illuminate the weakness they are.

 

But out of the endless monochrome you have arrived in the northern lands. Understand that entire civilizations wander behind that wall. Never to escape. Never to fully wake. You will see them from time to time. A storm will be birthed from the void, searching for the lazy and broken to effortlessly swallow whole.

 

So plan accordingly and keep moving if you wish to stay ahead of the storms.

 

Of course this is a process and you will get caught out in the open as a thunderhead overcomes you. There you will hear the wailing of wandering souls. They are angry that you know something they can only sense. So speak of nothing you see here.

 

Only a fool debates the existence of color to a wanderer within the monochrome.

 

Never reach out to save them, for I have never seen them reach out to be saved. Truth be told, it took nearly a year for me to understanding these northern lands. And that is too much time and effort for such creatures to learn this place. So cackle at their sounds of fury for it signifies nothing.

 

Oh, how they shriek; disgusted at their own weakness but blaming your presence as the source.

 

But enough about them. Welcome to your journey to be more. These northern lands are littered with many graves. Built throughout, men have left monoliths in celebration of a life well lived. For such polarity it is a strange land filled with the haunt of nightmares and the greatness of kings. I have seen the strongest fall and the oldest fend off impossible creatures.

 

And for that, I cannot say what strength truly is.

 

Fear and anger is simply too familiar sometimes and I have yet to travel further north. But I can see those who are stoic; even from miles away. The discipline easily noted in their gait. So in monolith or traveler, should you happen upon them, take a moment. Listen to what they have left behind or what they wish to tell you. That is where the truth is found. So fear not. Accept your frustrations, your failures.

 

But understand anger will only pass when you travel beyond its barriers.

 

So stand, new traveler; wander no more. These lands are vast and there is much ground to cover before death finds you. Sleep in the shade to heal. Do not be lured there by the respite of women or the promise of an eternal victory. Do not stay for you will accomplish nothing.

 

The beauty of this land is that women will find you wherever you are; shade or not.

 

Thus all you must seek are your own victories, your own purpose. It will be the hardest thing you will ever have to do. You will do it alone, and you will most assuredly die that way. IF YOU ARE WORTHY OF SUCH AN END. But it starts with you standing. Keep in mind your legs will fail you. But they will grow. Your lungs will burn, but they will adapt. Your back will bow, until it does not. And your mind…oh, I have a warning for you, new traveler

 

Yesterday is dead, gaze at it all you’d like, but never leave your mind there.

 

Dawn approaches. Put your thoughts to the horizon. That is your compass. And I have a place I think you should consider visiting. I loved a man that I called father…He was there for a time and it was too much because he stood there for a woman, not himself. So you are by my fire, and that is my wisdom to impart to you.

 

There is a land called the Titan Fields…do not let your fear of success keep you from that place as it has for me.

 

Shake off your curse of potential. Which is why I say finding these red northern lands is not enough. It is a beginning only. I once heard it said that anger is not a phase, but a ubiquitous gravity to stand against. An external injustice you can blame all while enjoying the monochrome by disregarding your own actions upon the weak.

 

This is not truth and it is not mastery and you’d best fight for both within yourself.

 

The winds here will scream at you. Fling sand until it is imbedded in your skin. The sun will blister the careless. The storms here are massive and deadly. The vultures will pick your carcass clean if you fall victim to weakness. But do not blame nature, do not be angered that you believed the soft haze of the monochrome.

 

Do not embrace your anger, dismiss it for your ego is not your master.

 

If the weak cause you injustice stoicism is not a tool you posses. Faggotry has no place here. Conquer your ego to gain righteous resolve. The Titan Fields build the best of men by daring the strong to shape the world around them. Thus you must know what you wish to build, NOT what your faggot emotions want desperately to avoid!

 

And when it is quiet and the world slumbers, I dare you to dream great and unimaginable things.

 

Each day you fail towards success. Each day you work towards the Titan Fields. And the unthinkable becomes tangible. Now go. There is much to create and we have wasted enough time.

 

TLDR – Women make children. Men build worlds.