What have macho action heroes to offer us? Nothing real. Nothing lasting.
Frodo,
on the other hand, inspires and empowers. However exotic his
circumstances, I can relate to him. He is tired and scared, as am I.
He has been promised no reward, no glory. Nor have I. Love propels him
onward even when his heart is breaking, something I can understand.
When
I am defeated, when I am so exhausted and full of despair I don’t think
I can carry on one more second, when I am tempted to give up, I think
of Frodo. Frodo on that river bank. Frodo in the Dead Marshes. Frodo
in Mordor.
Then I somehow find it within myself to take one step more (x)
Does anyone else have that one friend whose sleep schedule is like an ever-evolving mystery? One day they’ll appear to be asleep for the entire 16 hours that you’re awake, but the next three they won’t appear to actually sleep at all. Sometimes they appear to be on Australian time, other times their schedule has adjusted to somewhere in the middle of the Pacific ocean. (I call this Cthulhu time.) You go a week without seeing them and you have no idea if they’re just really busy, dead, or if their sleep has simply synced up to the exact hours you’re awake and online. The only indication that they’re still in this mortal coil is vague posts about grocery shopping that pop up on their blogs at 4:12AM.
The Paradox Machine 