The Song and the Flame

As I’ve started poking around in pursuit of more information on the “dark” side of Apollo, an interesting thing has happened. This interesting thing is that I’m not, actually, finding a lot that I wasn’t already aware of. Not a lot of what I’m reading or discussing or thinking about turns out to be new.

The task, then, may not be so much about learning as about remembering. I grasp this concept on an almost instinctive level. I suppose I should have realized that to some extent based on my reaction to hearing “Dreaming Blade” for the first time. I didn’t hear it and kind of scratch my head and go, “Er? Are you sure?” Rather, something deep down inside of me heard it and said, Yes. This fits. Exactly. To the point that it sort of shook me a bit. If I didn’t understand, I could not have had that reaction.

If I am unaware of something, I cannot ignore it, can I? I can be ignorant of it, but to “ignore” something requires a conscious effort to avoid it, and you cannot avoid something if you cannot percieve it.

So. I am aware. I know. I must not lose sight of what I know. I must remember this, about this god I have committed myself to.