And it was all Body’s fault. He would not admit that
Spirit had a point to his sense of morality…. His sensationalist morality. Body
often sat with his knuckles upon each other, laughing at his brother who would
never take a risk to save his life except when it came to the preaching, except
when it came to the pontificating in quiet moments when they laid under the
stars talking about tomorrows and day afters. But the war had changed all that,
Spirit was now actively pursuing Body to crush him and burn him from the memory
of the continent. Body could not help but be impressed with his drive but HIS drive was stronger. His troops
manipulated the temporal and were perhaps the most deadly of The Four. They
could raise the earth beneath their feet; they could pull the roots to where
they demanded. They were brash and often without strategy. For truly if the
move felt to be right, Body’s forces would surge forward as a distressing wind
to consume what they will. And what they willed was what Body wanted. And right
now, Body wanted Spirit to shut… up… permanently.
Prt 04: The Plans of Mind...
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