A Truer Word…

Everybody in the REAL WORLD knows that the answer to ‘the meaning of life’ is NOT really ’42.’

It’s Dragons.

One of the only comforting things about being known as a fruitloop is that I can TELL you this stupendous nugget of truth without any chance of my revelation backfiring on me.

You’ll read it, and chuckle, and mentally pat me on the head, saying “Aah! That’s alright. It’s just Wendy!” (Pat, pat, pat).

 

JUST AS THE DRAGONS KNEW YOU WOULD.

 

It’s rather freeing to be able to speak the truth, blatantly, when nobody’s really paying you any attention. That being said, I DO find it alarming that many of the lovely, precious people who read my scribblings are TOTALLY missing the point I’m attempting to share.

Simply put: LIFE = MAGIC = DRAGONS.

It couldn’t get any clearer.

Dragons existed many eons before the Universes did, and they will continue to exist long after the Universes have gone.

I gaze into the mirror, and there stands Jamnog Flax with THAT smirk on his lavender face saying “Sure we do! You just keep telling them that.”

Then he winks cheekily at me, and glitters away into thin air.

Or however thin air can be, seeing as it’s teeming with Dragons.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,”I sigh. “Send the jester to show them the way and they will all laugh and flock in the opposite direction.”

Jamnog’s grinning face reappears for a second; “Flockin’ idiots!” he winks.

Never a truer word spoken by a jester.

 

Meaning…

Seek not for meaning

In the vastness of the sky

Barren worlds of ice and fire,

For no magic thrives

Where the Dragons have not trod.