I don't think I believe in Gods. Just men that believe themselves powerful enough to rule over our minds and souls. I worry that whispering to my own mind allows entry for these ...things... to approach and latch on. But I still pray for strength and hope. I hope my prayers are caught in the wind, in the water, in the earth, and the fire.. and they are carried to where they are needed. During this gruesome battle over the weekend, I found solace in my anger, in my stubbornness, in my strength. I found peace in knowing that no matter how weak we are perceived... our willpower, our desire, and our love for our home can give us the strength to endure any pain. When we sat down at the end of the day after such a major loss at the central pillar, I didn't find myself driven by fear. I found the old days and the new days converging into one memory. Jasmine laying on the bench before i had truly met her... before she had died, Red sitting in front of me, Charr readying for war, Paco serving drinks, Higgs counting dead Yutay, Oswald fearing for my safety.. When I lose my way, when I am afraid... whatever the universe may be, remind me of the past and show me the way. May everything that binds and weaves us together allow our memories to persist. May this vision of my past be real... and allow the ones we've lost to sit next to the ones we've gained. May nothing feel lost, but a ripple in the ocean being carried by the waves of our past. I deny all powerful entities entry into my mind and soul, but When I go, let my memories become nourishment for those who come after me so that they too can find peace in this life and the next. Let my compassion and my fury uncloud the judgement of others so that we may create a life beyond hatred and death.