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" Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing."

~ Abraham Lincoln ~


The perceived shadows in our mind not only holds the keys to our dreams and imagination, it reveals our hidden fears.

**Warning** None

The age-old question: What do you want? Be sure to think it over before answering.


Did you know?

Fictional characters might not be real, but our relationships with them are. Studies show it’s difficult for our brains to distinguish between our familiarity with characters on TV and our personal relationships with real people. The effect is so strong that just thinking about watching your favorite TV show can make you feel less lonely.


Today's Tarot Card from October 10, 2018, from Galaxy Tarot

Ten of Pentacles

Legacy, Performance, Wealth, Ancestors, Wisdom, Home


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Oct. 10th, 2018 06:17 pm (UTC)
I love that quote and the graphic!

The study is an interesting one. Makes me think that my attachment to my own original characters isn't as odd as I sometimes worry it is.
Oct. 27th, 2018 05:59 pm (UTC)
okay...I combined a bunch of prompts into another bit...which will be too long to post...but I'll throw in the paragraphs/sentences inspired by each:

(re: character and reputation: part of an encounter between Matthew Murdock and John Constantine)

Matthew leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands steepled beneath his chin, contemplating life and death and what might be asked of him. The tree of his character was a man who did not kill, who believed that each man deserved another chance. The shadow of his reputation was as a fierce man, unafraid, who did what needed to be done when others, including the law, could not. But he was not his reputation, not really. The reputation John built his request on was but a dream.

He could not kill David. He could not kill Carl, no matter how much of a bastard the man had become. And he could never kill Tamara, not even to save her.

Could he kill this parasite? Was that what was being asked of him?

Could he pay the price of any one of those acts in order to save one life…the family…Havensport…the world? Could he face those hidden fears and become something…someone…he was not?

He did not know, and to be honest with himself, not knowing what he would do in that moment, when it came, filled him with an unexpected, rare moment of fear. Intuition was going to have to steer his course…just as it was steering John’s in whatever he was planning to do.

Without hearing the blind man’s inner dialogue, John knew it. He knew it because they were discussions John had with himself more often then he cared to admit. Every bloody time.
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