[ WP ] The story of a raindrop as it falls to the ground .

They never tell you what it's going to be like. Everybody just assumes that you'll know. `` You'll know where you're going, you'll know where you came from, you'll understand your purpose. `` They all seem so convinced that we will have a great purpose in this world as well. That we will all be purifiers or life givers. That we will be the turning point in the war against the eternal foe, that we will nourish the young and foster hope and joy. 
 
 We find closeness in our legions, sameness, unity, love even! 
 
 But we never really know, and none of that is ever really truth. Just hope. Dreams. Aspirations of perspiration, as it were. The closeness that we all felt is soon lost, the tumbling rolling mass that we once were splits, is torn, and falls apart. No more family, no more sameness or unity. The love is still there though: the love of the fight, the love of each other, the desire to be close to one another and work with one another and foster growth and defend the good and reclaim what we set out to reclaim. But I ca n't do any of that alone. None of us can. 
 
 As we are separated, as we are tossed into the world, sent on a mission which we do not understand and in a land with which we are unfamiliar, we are truly free to be individuals. But individuality is scary to us. We've always been one, together, as a group in all forms. We stick together and we support, and that is simply our nature. Individuality is fear and death to us. Together we are strong, together we can move mountains and breed life and change the very face of history! But alone, as individuals, we are but nothing. Our brethren of the north know this, that as individuals they are nothing, but together they are mighty. We desire to be mighty in all forms and at all times, but alas... solitude. 
 
 I take this time, this hurtle which the world has seen fit to bestow upon me, to truly reflect on ourselves and our nature. How we were all together, how we could have been happy and babbling or tempestuous and fearsome. How we could have been all of this at the same time, how we likely were all of this at the same time. How we were ripped from ourselves, torn to pieces, flung about, reformed, only to be torn again and again and again and again and agai 
 
 `` Oh Crap, my hair!''
