Morag MacDougal

( An interesting story cut for length )

I sit at my desk in this, still, strange room. My mind is a tangle of knots... and I need to untangle them, but how best to sort it? I suppose it is time to take pen to paper. I don't know what I will write, nor am I going to re-read and edit it when I finish. These thoughts, this storm in my brain... it would be cheapened by refinement. The final product, whatever it is, will only mean something if it is left as new, and raw, as it was written. I can feel the words words moving through my veins, through my entire body, ready to be laid bare without fancy similies and metaphors to delicately cover it's most sensitive parts. Oh no. The words are ready to be laid down in the open, no longer secret. No longer unknown. Is it right to lay one's innermost thoughts on paper for all to see? Are my secret ponderings and thoughts reflections of my soul? Or are they my souls way of communicating in a way I can comprehend? I don't know. But I'll never know until I let my conscious mind rest and my subconscious to finally take centre stage. Not Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow as Shakespeare wrote. But today. Now I apologise in advance if what is written below offends, or frightens, or... insert emotion her.

( I have no idea what I'm about to say. )

I am pleased with my job, considering it has been my life since I was born. I'm a farmer which means I'll likely be providing meat, grain, and veg to the community at large. I just hope they let me have a horse to train, then my life would be complete until I can go home.

To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.

Socrates is right in both quotes. A life isn't worth living when you don't examine it and make it the best it can be. And while ignorance is NOT bliss, there will always be more to know.

We are given an opportunity here, even if we are prisoners in a land and time that is not our own. This is a chance to learn new things, to learn about ourselves and to make our life here the best it can be.

And at least, in here, the Dark Lord does not exist, hasn't taken over Britain, and isn't torturing and killing anyone.

At least here a girl lacking her family can find her dead uncle alive.

At least here I don't have to hide being in love to save myself and my boyfriend from torture.

( Application )