Is it just that i'm a bloody lunatic, or does anyone else find the Lord of the Rings trilogy...in particular Frodo's monumental struggle with the demons of doubt and madness that are caused by the Ring's incessant spell....does anyone else find that it is the perfect analogy to depersonalization, and one's battle with it? I mean, the whole thing just seems like the story of my life, and i actually get tears in my eyes as i watch Frodo fight for his life and sanity with every arduous step he takes.
The Shire is like when everything was good and happy, and yet a shadow looms in the East...it grows and grows...feeding off evil and hate and doubt...it strikes the trees down...devouring all that is living and growing and healthy...peddling pestilence wherever it spreads.
The Ring...beguiling one into madness...of course, the perfect analogy for our seemingly self-destructive nature...We KNOW that to put on the Ring can only do harm...and yet, it's power is so seductive...it becomes unbearable NOT to slip it on our finger. As we march closer and closer to MT. Doom, the Ring's grip grows stronger and stronger...slip but a little and all will be lost.
The elven city of Lothlorien...magical and tempting one into serenity. This is the moment that you don't want to lose. This is where you can gather your wits and courage. Brimming with love and life.
We must somehow summon our strength to cast that Ring into the mountain of fire...even though it goes against everything we WANT to do. Our Ring. Our DP. Our precious.
s.
The Shire is like when everything was good and happy, and yet a shadow looms in the East...it grows and grows...feeding off evil and hate and doubt...it strikes the trees down...devouring all that is living and growing and healthy...peddling pestilence wherever it spreads.
The Ring...beguiling one into madness...of course, the perfect analogy for our seemingly self-destructive nature...We KNOW that to put on the Ring can only do harm...and yet, it's power is so seductive...it becomes unbearable NOT to slip it on our finger. As we march closer and closer to MT. Doom, the Ring's grip grows stronger and stronger...slip but a little and all will be lost.
The elven city of Lothlorien...magical and tempting one into serenity. This is the moment that you don't want to lose. This is where you can gather your wits and courage. Brimming with love and life.
We must somehow summon our strength to cast that Ring into the mountain of fire...even though it goes against everything we WANT to do. Our Ring. Our DP. Our precious.
s.