[[livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse] 334 - Vote

May. 12th, 2010 04:33 pm
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334 - Vote

Transmutation is defined as the process by which one object is transformed into another, or more specifically one substance is transformed into another. The word has a particular connotation regarding the use of either magical or alchemical means. The study of alchemy, as far as most people are aware, was the pursuit of would-be sorcerers, crackpots and con men attempting to change lead or other base materials into gold.


Those with some experience in the actual world of magic and sorcery know that there do exist certain spells and processes by which one thing may become-- or at least appear to be-- another, but the cost for manipulating matter at such a basic level is always quite high. Witches with a desire to become wealthy often find it easier to use their powers to steal or coerce their way into money rather than manufacturing it themselves.

I admit that I'm belaboring the metaphor, but I felt it somewhat appropriate.

Certainly we have all felt the deleterious physical effects that emotional strain can produce in our bodies. Stress is a particularly difficult state for the human machine to be in, and our feelings are just as easily the source for such hardship as any outside elements. Sorrow and despair work an alchemy of their own on a body, seeming to turn every limb to lead. The simple acts of breathing and walking become labors that make one weary and even more despondent.

So too can more positive, more welcome emotions transmute one's physical being into a completely opposite sensation. With relief and hope come a lightening of the body, as if weight and mass had been removed and the movements of life become easy, almost buoyant.

There was a moment when I experienced this emotional alchemy for myself.

For weeks, I had been existing in a grief-fueled torpor, my being both physical and mental having been turned to the heaviest of substances. It was effort to merely breathe and continue with the business of living. I went through motions, did as I had always done, but it took everything I had simply to be.

And then, purpose returned. Faith returned. In its way, even hope returned. I knew that I could never have the world reversed to the way it should have been, but I was shown a new path, a new intent with which to live the short remainder of my existence, and its revelation transformed me.

" Power endures. We can't bring down the senior partners, but for one bright, shining moment, we can show them that they don't own us. You need to decide for yourselves if that's worth dying for. I can't order you to do this. I can't do it without you. So we'll vote. As a team. Think about what I'm asking you to do, think about what I'm asking you to give."

My leaden arm and spirit were turned into the lightest of air. It took no effort at all to raise my hand.

"I'm in."


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