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Where does it come from? This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd better of not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here......



We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that takes us by hand? Does science point our way? Or is it god who intervenes, keeping us safe. For all his bluster, it is the sad province of man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the courage to answer......


当进化决定了它的代理人,它就要求获得对价,它会要求很特别的东西来做交换,你也许会被迫做一些违背自己天性的事。突然间,你生命中原本美妙的变化会反过来背叛你。他可能看似残忍,但是没有比自我保护更重要的了, 一切都只是为了生存,这种力量——进化——是没有感情的,就象地球本身,它只知道生命与死亡斗争的残酷现实,你只能希望并且相信当你忠实的满足它的需要,也许还留下一点你曾经了解的生命的火光……

Suddenly,       the change in your life that should have been wonderful, comes as a betray. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival,this force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it know only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you've served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew…



Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers. How are these happening? What are they? Why them , not others? Why now? What does it all mean? ......



When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate. They call it zugunruhe The pull of the soul to a far-off place. Following a scent in the wind, star in the sky. The ancient message comes, calling the kindred to take flight and to gater together. Only then can they hope to survive the cruel season to come......



Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to be born. In the midst of these birth pains, morality loses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice:survive or perish......



They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure. But you are the instrument of a flawless design. And all of life may hang in the balance. A hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way......



The earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. You can run far. You can take your small precautions. But have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny. But the world is not small, you are. And fate can find you anywhere......



We are, if anything, creatures of habit drawn to the safety and comfort of the familiar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe, when the fear that we have been desperately trying to avoid finds us where we live?......


对万物而言,每个目标都有特定的时期和特定的期限,当我们拼命地尝试不被进化抛弃时,地球正以每小时1千英里的速度环行,就像是预示着初冬来临的万物大迁徙,有任何预示他们到达的警讯吗?一个动作 一件单纯的事 就引发了骨牌效应?,这就是你一直为之等待的,真有人对上帝耳语吗?成为我们需要的那个人,生存,适应,逃亡,而如果我们可以及时的标识出第一次,预言暗示危险逼近的那一刻?我们会做什么不同的事情?这一切能被阻止吗?,或者这一切冥冥之中早已注定?,而如果我们可以回到过去改变它的进程,从开始之初就阻止它发生,我们能吗?

To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose. As we desperately try to keep from being thrown off, The earth spins at 1,000 miles an hour. Like the first blush of winter that signals a great migration. Was there any warning of their arrival? A single event that set this chain into motion? This is what you've been waiting for. Was it a whisper in God's ear? Survive, adapt, escape? And if we could mark that single moment in time, that first hint of the prophecy of approaching danger...Would we have done anything differently? Could it have been stopped? Or was the dye long ago cast? And if we could go back, after its course, stop it from happening...
Would we?


最初一切从探索开始,一切的原理还是未知,看似绝不可能的改变悄然而至,旧物堙灭 被遗忘,新鲜事物渐渐为人熟知...,新的噩梦悚现,新的朋友让人感到心安,只有这时一切才都在控制之中,秩序出之于混沌,这源自果敢 源自钻研,源自奋斗...,一切皆建立在对公认真理的调整,而地球却在脚下颤抖,有了我谁还需要上帝?

In the beginning, there was discovery. A confusion of elements, the first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces made familiar...new nightmares to challenge sleep. New friends to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order onto chaos, through determination, through study, through struggle...all in defiance of a thundering truth. And the earth shudders underfoot. Who needs God when you've got me?



When we embrace what lies within our potential has no limit. As far as you know, The future is filled with promise. The present, rife with expectation. But when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges...Uncertainty begins.Where does this path lead?When will the changes end? Is this transformation a gift? Or a curse? You don't anything about power. And for those who fear what lies ahead, The most important question of all--Can we ever really change what we are?


为了在这个世界生存下去,我们必须和我们所依靠的人紧紧团结在一起,我们全心地信赖他们,分享我们彼此的希望和恐惧,但当我们所相信的不复存在时会怎样?当我们深信不疑的事从我们眼前消失的时候 我们该何去何从?当一无所有的时候 未来变得扑朔迷离,我们哪怕是生存都要步步为营...这不是个问题,我们唯一所能做的...就是继续前行.

To survive in this world, we hold close to us, those people on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears. But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril...Not a problem, all we can do...is run.



A monster's fight  to survive, and live to kill again. A mother willing to fracture her own soul to protect her child. Youth struggle for innocence, despite life's cruelty. The double-edged lies needed to sustain a double-edged life. A wandering hero's pure joy at success. And his darkest hour, when all the world seems lost. All perfect moments  frozen in time. Alone, each tells a single story. Together they can tell the future.


Where does it come from? This quest, This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that's not human nature, not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet sill we struggle to make a difference to change the world, to dream of hope. Never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, Touch our hearts, And share the pain of trying.



We dream of hope. We dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real. And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries,Like the glowing light of a new dawn. So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic, And the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred to connect. And to know in our hearts, that we are not alone.



The sun rises on a new dawn.Yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsiblefor this.To those who dwell among us,anonymous,seemingly ordinary,whom destiny brought together to repair,to heal,to save us from ourselves,and they're still out there,among us,in the shadows,in the light.We pass them on the street without a glance,never suspecting,never knowing.How long can they dwell in the shadows before either fate or their own flawed humanity draws them out into the light again?And how will they know what
awaits them when it finally does?



When confronted by our worst nightmares, The choices are few: fight or flight. We hope to find the strength to stand against our fears. But sometimes, despite ourselves, we run. What if the nightmare gives chase? Where can we hide then?




It is man's ability to remember that sets up apart. We are the only species concerned with the past. Our memories give us voice. They bear witness to history so that others might learn. So they might celebrate our triumphs, and be warned of our failures.




There are many ways to define our fragile existence, many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images, fears, loves, regrets. For it is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment. This is what separates us, what makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to.


      Turning and turning in the widening gyre, the falcon cannot hear the falconer. Things fall apart, the center cannot hold. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed. And everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned, the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand, surely the second coming is at hand, the second coming. Hardly are those words out when a vast image out of spiritus mundi troubles my sight. Somewhere in sands of the desert, a shape with lion body and the head of human a gaze blank and pitiless as the sun is moving its slow thighs while all about it reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again, but now I know that twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle. And what rough beast, its hour come around at last slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?



In the ongoing search for self, there are days when we learn something geinely new. Something uncovered,hidden,that we never know was there. Something that surprises us,and on that day of self discovery,question remains. What kind of person are we? Does the hero or villain inside us win the day?



And as the search for self continues, we look for answers everywhere in nature, in god, in tiny tragedies that may never be understood. But still, we are driven to it, single-minded one goal, to find out purpose on this earth. No matter what the ramification, the friendships that may be hurt or the deals with the devil we need to make




It’s all happening so fast.,my life is a speeding train. And I’m not sure where it’s headed. But one thing is certain I have been given a second chance touched by god. And I have to believe that he has a purpose for my life, so why am I filled with self-doubt? Plagued by the demons, real and imaginary? Frightening by the challenges ahead, and haunted by the ghosts of my past! Does god know what I am?Do I?Am I an angel or a monster,a hero or a villain? And why can’t I see the difference?


       In every journey, the traveler must ask, “Was the right path taken?” Many roads are long and winding,filled with those who have lost their way. Some forge their own course guided by faith seeking not a location but a kindred soul. Others step together finding safety in the arms of another. A few remove themselves from the trail to avoid the path of temptation. But those who watch the track too closely fail to see where it led them. And they often all too surprised by their destination.



       A child is born to innocence,a child is drawn towards good. Why, then, do so many among us go so horribly wrong? What makes some walk a path of darkness while others choose the light? Is it will? Is it destiny? Can we ever hope to understand the force that shapes the soul? To fight evil, one must know evil. One must journey back through time and find that folk in the road where heroes turn one way and villains turn another?



       When the moon passes between the sun and the earth, a strange fascination takes root in the heart. And suddenly anything is possible. Its power is undeniable; its beauty mesmerizing; its lure biblical; its meaning unknowable. As quickly as it comes, it disappears,leaving us to dwell on our own insignificance to face the god.



       It starts with light and ends with light, and in the between there is darkness. Nothing there is beyond hope, nothing that can be sworn impossible, nothing left unimagined. Since Zeus, father of the Olympians, made night from midday hiding the light of the shining sun and raining dark fear down upon men.



       There’s a moment in every war when everything changes,the moment when the road bents the alliances and battle line shift, and the rules of engagement rewritten. Moment like these can change the nature of battle and turn the time,bright the sight. So we do what we can to understand them to be ready for change. We study our hearts, curb our fears, master our forces and look for signs and the starts. But these moments this game changes remained a mystery, destiny’s invisible hand moving pieces on a chessboard. No matter how much we prepare for them, how much we resist the change, anticipate the moment, fight the inevitable outcome. In the end, we are never truly ready when it strikes.


      On the sixth day, god created man in his own image. And now it’s up to us to figure it all out: right, wrong; good, evil. In each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, they need to devote themselves to something greater, while others know only self-interest isolating themselves in a world of their own making? Some seek only love, even if unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of god’s absence, while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end, good, evil, right or wrong, what we choose is never what we really need. For that is the ultimate cosmic joke, the real gift that god has left behind.



       There is good, and there is evil, right and wrong, heroes and villains. And if we’re blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. We waiting in silence for these times, when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself. And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there staring back at us is our own reflection bearing witness to the duality of life that each one of us is capable of both the dark and the light, of good and evil, of either of all. And the destiny, while marching ever in our direction, can be rerouted by the choices we make, by the love we hold onto and the promises we keep.




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