sapient_fool

Imagine being given a book. A beautiful, provocative book. A very thick book. Seems like a never-ending story. You start reading and soon it's apparent that this is the best story ever written. It's exciting. It's heart-warming. It's sexy. It's dangerous. And it's filled with some of the most beautiful images you've ever seen. You're drawn in and you're completely fulfilled by it. You enjoy this story a little bit at a time, and you're thinking you would like this book to last as long as possible. There is joy in your heart as you read. The story is masked in mystery, dipped in seduction and has a wonderful randomness to it. The list of characters grows by bounds every time you open it and yet it's the subject of the story who remains in your thoughts long after you've put it down. The story fulfills a need inside of you and touches you deeply, and you wonder why. You're through the first few chapters of the story when it comes to an abrupt, halting end. No warnings, no explanations. You're left with a sad, empty feeling and many questions. Who were all those characters? How were they connected to the subject? Why did it end so soon? And what do you do now? Do you try to find the answers to all those mysterious questions? Is that even possible? What if secrets are revealed to you that diminish the story? Do you pursue the story? Or do you put the book on the shelf and thank God that you were given the chance to enjoy it and cherish the memories forever?