Secrets Beget Secrets



A REFLECTION OF SEASON ONE OF GAME OF THRONES


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Secrets beget secrets like bastard children of a king. And for the record, lies are not the cousins of secrets--for secrets are nothing more than truth that has yet to see the light of day. The cousin of secrets is deception, the bastard child of lies, for deception is nothing more than the full truth rather than pure lies in a crucible.

And when winter is coming, and the light of days dwindles, the secrets in the crucible spark revelation, and those revelations spark wars, fires so hot that only those with dragon blood in their veins can withstand the flames.

And in the burning light of revealed secrets, one has a choice to make. As a man of honor, do you swing the sword if you passed the sentence and take the sword when the sentence is passed on you, even when you know you are innocent? Or as a man of dishonor, do you create debts to always be paid, only to slime your way to living another day? Either way, identify with who and what you are, honorable or dishonorable, and wear it with steely armor, for then the wiley world can never hurt you.

Keep sharp, dear soldier, for just as a sword needs a whetstone, your mind needs books to combat the darkness. But if you do have a sword, always remember to stick 'em with the pointy end first. And when the first gods hatch and take flight, there be dragons of yesteryear--and then the war really begins.



~Michael DeNobile

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