You don't leave Earth with your riches. You don't get on the other plain with physical possessions. Only the content of your character, your time built personality; a structured soul. A successful man, give him a ½ filled tank he's gonna fill it to the brim. A poor man, give him a ½ filled tank; He's going to empty it. Opposing results, same resources, different perspectives of life; different personalities.
The actions are not the problem but who you become after the act. You can't build a sky scraper on a shallow foundation. You can't excel if you're unstable and undependable, water can't support no load cos it'll sink. It's unreliable. It has a surface but a weak support. Has a shape but changes to suit it's container, reshapes to the tides of life. Unstable it is. God wouldn't trust you with so much if uve carelessly handle little ones, large buildings won't stand on weak shallow foundations.
Reading Children of Blood & bone . The narrative & descriptions felt so real. Whenever I got lost in a fantasy world of panthenaires, lionaires, maji, kosidans and magic I never wanted leave. Those moments felt like I lived the fiction & I wanted no escape. "Kwame brushes past me, running for the heart of the battle. He grips a dagger tight in his hands. Then he slashes open his palm. Blood magic. Horror settles into my bones. It’s like the world slows to a stop, stretching the seconds between this moment and the last Kwame will ever have. His blood glows with a white light, splashing as it hits the ground. In an instant the ivory light surrounds him, illuminating his dark skin like a god from above. When it reaches the top of his head, it seals his fate. A fire explodes from his skin. Smoldering embers rain from his body. Flames blaze around his form. The fire erupts from every limb, shooting out of his mouth, his arms, his legs. The blast towers meter...
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