Purity

A fresh blanket of snow covers the earth. The refreshed world slowly blinks awake, surprised by newly fallen crystals that twinkle to life while the sun, our star, glints off in rainbowed arcs of color. But with the soft layer comes a sense of newness. A purity unattainable in any other way from our earth. Snow brings memories of snow angels made with siblings, warm soup with parents, and a comfy night of coco with that special someone. Such pure, simple things hold no value, for the price would be entirely too great. 

Pure white wedding gowns don't quite mean what they use to, but purity isn't just the color of a gown or how you've lived. Purity, is being able to wake up in the morning and enjoy every bit of the many minutes which follow that initial blink. Every peck on the cheek, every escaped giggle, and even those stolen cookies from the cookie jar above the fridge. Those little moments where negative thoughts disappear and life is just good, without fancy embellishments or gold trinkets, those are life at its purest. When things don't need to be perfect, but just simply charm their way through.

Fantasy speaks of unicorns, pure white horses with a definite phallic horn on its head. But fantasy has a way of being quite contrary, life is full of wonders and some contain the makings of a purely pure moment. 

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Invincible

On top of the world you stand. The highest mountain peak, the deepest ocean, the parched desert can't stop or belittle you. A thick hard shell surrounds you, protects you. You are untouchable. Undefeatable. Unbeakable. If every democracy or autocracy fails, when religion ceases to apply, and Newton is but a speck in a history book, you will stand as an immovable pillar. Even as the entire globe crumbles, you stand idly, looking down your nose, to see the damage be done. Because, you are invincible. Why should you take the chance of not being so? Why save the world when it hardly matters, when you will go on undamaged with or without? Why lift a finger to save something that can hardly be that special when it so effortlessly destructs? When nothing can touch you it becomes so painless to see everything in ruin. And for that simple reason, we can't be invincible. We, as humanity, must be touchable, beatable, killable. Without an inevitable end, life is taken for granted. Preciousness is lost. Lovingness gone. Kindness vanishes. Feelings that need to be cherished, lest they slip like grains of sand through our fingers, would disappear. Our wretched vulnerability is the key to our very humanness. Without it, we would be hard, cold shells with a layer of scales and a row of spikes. 

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