Friday, January 30, 2009

What was yours like?

"Such had been Kira's entrance into life. Some enter it under grey temple vaults, with heads bowed in awe, with the light of sacrificial candles in their hearts and eyes. Some enter it with a heart like pavement - trampled by many feet, and with a cold skin crying for warmth of the herd. Kira Argounova entered it with the sword of a Viking pointing the way and an operetta tune for a battle march."

- from We the Living by Ayn Rand

Start with:
(Your name) entered it..

Ginger entered it wide-eyed - with caution - completely aware of how cold the earth can get. But also she learned to dance and flutter so that her feet never really touch the ground.

Now you try.

2 comments:

Ginger said...

Or maybe:
Ginger tripped into her life, forgetting to put one foot in front of the other, as she careened headfirst into existence.

rich said...

Rich entered it eventually, after lengthy delay, being distracted by a colorful ladybug or the sound of distant cymbals, or sirens, or the less glorious impediment of self doubt. But enter he did, at long last, with boldness and abandon, with clumsy jerking motions, ignoring the diversions and overcoming the doubt; or merely he was distracted from the distractions.

Friday, January 30, 2009

What was yours like?

"Such had been Kira's entrance into life. Some enter it under grey temple vaults, with heads bowed in awe, with the light of sacrificial candles in their hearts and eyes. Some enter it with a heart like pavement - trampled by many feet, and with a cold skin crying for warmth of the herd. Kira Argounova entered it with the sword of a Viking pointing the way and an operetta tune for a battle march."

- from We the Living by Ayn Rand

Start with:
(Your name) entered it..

Ginger entered it wide-eyed - with caution - completely aware of how cold the earth can get. But also she learned to dance and flutter so that her feet never really touch the ground.

Now you try.

2 comments:

Ginger said...

Or maybe:
Ginger tripped into her life, forgetting to put one foot in front of the other, as she careened headfirst into existence.

rich said...

Rich entered it eventually, after lengthy delay, being distracted by a colorful ladybug or the sound of distant cymbals, or sirens, or the less glorious impediment of self doubt. But enter he did, at long last, with boldness and abandon, with clumsy jerking motions, ignoring the diversions and overcoming the doubt; or merely he was distracted from the distractions.