I’VE ONLY GOTTEN BACK into Magic the Gathering recently and I haven’t been in touch with the story for a while. It was a couple of months back when the Battle for Zendikar happened, and I began building decks and playing cards again.
But it was only when I joined the pre release for Shadows over Innistrad, did the curiosity for what the hell is happening here kicked in. My friend and I began pondering over the madness, and where it came from, why was it attacking the denizens of the plane? What was the role of the previous storyline to this. And thus I began to hit the books, and I started with one question in mind: What happened during the Battle for Zendikar that brought Jace Beleren to the realm of Innistrad?
The New 52 Reboot that happened after Flashpoint had mixed reactions. But from where I am in the internet, a lot of people hated it. I personally thought the Justice League title was completely misguided, and everything else was just a mess. But what I really found to be awesome was the Gotham titles.
Batman #01 was a prologue to the first Batman Storyline in this reboot: “The Court of Owls”. And it was with this title that Scott Snyder began rebuilding the Batman Mythos for the better. Scott did the impossible, where every other writer began “rebranding characters” by changing what made them icons (thus ruining what most fans considered canon), Scott respected the very essence of Batman and began adding to the legend of the Dark Knight.
“Adult stories never made sense, they were slow to start”
Gaiman stories are timeless, I’ve said this before. I imagine myself 90 years old and still reading his books. And with Ocean at the end of the Lane, I imagine myself 90 years old and turning into a kid again.
I have read a lot of books, but not enough to get me thinking about my state of mind as an adult, and cherish the perspective I had as a kid. ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’ is definitely one of my favorites Gaiman Novels, and in the top list of my best fiction stories of all time.
As I completed the book today, I got inspired to finish a draft and publish it today as well. You can read the essay here: [You Literally had Superpowers (Really!)]
“I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor! And I’d choose rich everytime!”
I enjoy stories about power, like the trials of Jean Valjean or the transformation of Edmund Dantes into the Count of Monte Cristo. They give me an insight as to how much excess could affect the morals of a man to the point that he would just begin to wonder if it was all worth it? The corruption that continues to dwell in our hearts is, what I believe, the reason for existence; where we would wake up each day resisting the urge to take advantage of other people, to deceive and manipulate to rise above the rest and gain power. Where at the end of the day, when we retire to bed, we commend ourselves for ‘doing the right thing’ and not taking that money that fell on the floor, or lying to our love ones about our mistakes.
That’s the very core of religion, where we place the governance of our morals to higher body outside ourselves, so that however our conscience would affect us, it’s all the work of God. But in the end, we want to defy those rules, we want to indulge and break rules. Maybe because of cheap thrills, or constantly living in deficit, we all want to be the bad guy at some point, but again at the end, we think: “Is it worth it?”
The Wolf of Wall Street took me to this mental exercise in the time I was reading it, and I have to say, I have no real answer for it. Being a fan of Robert Greene and his protege Ryan Holiday, I’m leaning towards being the bad guy, but after reading this memoir, I may have tipped the scales.
Here’s why you should read it as well:
“…To know you’re going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That’s better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you’re living.”
It was a Thursday, the same day every week, at 7PM when I get together with friends in a Bible Study group. It’s just something you do when in a religious community, most folks you get along with are usually spiritual persons. During these meetings, we would sing, do activities, enjoy the company of others and well worship of course.
It was a Thursday, there were less people who attended that night, and so the activity was going to watch a movie and discuss it afterwards. I don’t know what movie was to be played, all I know was that it started with Oprah talking and followed by a narration of a busy man walking around being busy.
This was when I discovered a book called Tuesdays with Morrie.