Monday, March 29, 2010
An Ode to Mongolia
If I were to die, I'd like to have the world in front of me. I'd like to give one last glance at the things that I have discovered and the ones I failed to. I'd like to feel the cool breeze of the mountains and watch the soils change color under the setting sun.
I'd like to lie on my back and gaze at the miles that I've left behind. The pastures and grasslands where my soul would roam free, and the mighty peaks that forbid yet tempt, the sweeping empires that were created and destroyed, the pillaged world that gave birth to civilizations. I'd want to witness the history of one man's vengeance and the non-polarity of war's morals; Where death means the beginning, and a beginning signals the end.
I'd like to die where the deserts cling to the mountains, where the grasses cushion the galloping war-horses. I'd like to die in the center of a world long gone, yet not forgotten, ruled by a king despised, yet a warrior worshiped.