Winding into a new week where the weather is finally in a good mood and here I am to bug you all with the (breath intake) next post.
So without further ado, enter Immortals. No, I am not going to talk about those invincible superheroes with rippling muscles or that Greek mythological mania going on in the movies nowadays. Henry Cavill is not going to make an appearance, so, please, ladies, put your panties back on!
Immortality is what it means to, well, not die. Unending life. Eternity. Being immortal is hanging around after all the buzz rubs off. Sticking through that 'ol test of time. From the Great Gatsby to the Mona Lisa, from Hotel California to the Eiffel tower, to those blessed strangers in a basement somewhere who brewed the first batch of beer...they're still here. In book shop shelves and in chilled, overflowing mugs and in a chorus being sung somewhere by a flight of musicians, joined in, at a beach tavern.
Every day we find ourselves strolling across the trail the immortals left, and are leaving behind. Admiring the scenery and enjoying the music.
But while that's going on, what about the rest of us? Are we reserving time to do something significant of our own...something immorti-fiable (New word. Sadly, I immortify words.)?
Are we gonna let all the 'somebody else's' have all the fun, popping out legacys while we stand by like cows watching the train? Well, that grass 'aint getting any yummier, and this belly 'aint getting any leaner.
So I'm gonna shut up now and move over for a real immortal. Someone, in my opinion, who jumped on that friggin train.
You may have read Eragon--think riding flying dragons and episodes of Beowulfesque fighting--the writer's first book of the four part Inheritence Cycle fantasy series. Christopher was home schooled, and upon graduating high school at 15 years old immediately plunged into writing his first manuscript. Two years later, he published Eragon, with his parent's small self-publishing house, Paolini International LLC. Chris toured 135 schools and libraries, garbed in a complete Medieval costume, to sell and promote his book.
At 19, Paolini became a New York Times bestselling author, with a net worth of 5 million. The series has sold over 33 million copies in 53 countries. Chris continues being an inspiration to fantasy lovers worldwide and a colonnade to J.R.R Tolkien's memory.
Choo-choo, Chris.
So without further ado, enter Immortals. No, I am not going to talk about those invincible superheroes with rippling muscles or that Greek mythological mania going on in the movies nowadays. Henry Cavill is not going to make an appearance, so, please, ladies, put your panties back on!
Immortality is what it means to, well, not die. Unending life. Eternity. Being immortal is hanging around after all the buzz rubs off. Sticking through that 'ol test of time. From the Great Gatsby to the Mona Lisa, from Hotel California to the Eiffel tower, to those blessed strangers in a basement somewhere who brewed the first batch of beer...they're still here. In book shop shelves and in chilled, overflowing mugs and in a chorus being sung somewhere by a flight of musicians, joined in, at a beach tavern.
Every day we find ourselves strolling across the trail the immortals left, and are leaving behind. Admiring the scenery and enjoying the music.
But while that's going on, what about the rest of us? Are we reserving time to do something significant of our own...something immorti-fiable (New word. Sadly, I immortify words.)?
Are we gonna let all the 'somebody else's' have all the fun, popping out legacys while we stand by like cows watching the train? Well, that grass 'aint getting any yummier, and this belly 'aint getting any leaner.
So I'm gonna shut up now and move over for a real immortal. Someone, in my opinion, who jumped on that friggin train.
Christopher J Paolini
You may have read Eragon--think riding flying dragons and episodes of Beowulfesque fighting--the writer's first book of the four part Inheritence Cycle fantasy series. Christopher was home schooled, and upon graduating high school at 15 years old immediately plunged into writing his first manuscript. Two years later, he published Eragon, with his parent's small self-publishing house, Paolini International LLC. Chris toured 135 schools and libraries, garbed in a complete Medieval costume, to sell and promote his book.
At 19, Paolini became a New York Times bestselling author, with a net worth of 5 million. The series has sold over 33 million copies in 53 countries. Chris continues being an inspiration to fantasy lovers worldwide and a colonnade to J.R.R Tolkien's memory.
Choo-choo, Chris.
Excellente! More please,
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