"Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer.
Fool, fool! You've got to bleed for the dancer. Fool, fool, fool!!"
- Ronnie James Dio
Obàtálá had travelled far, bringing with him some of the greatest musicians from his land. Tonight, Vienne would pay homage to the Cuban gods, their audience brought to life through Obàtálá's breath. Under the watchful eye of Apollo himself, the great theatre reverberated to the ancient drums of Africa.
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| Obàtálá and Our Lady of Mercy |
Karura could feel the primal life energy lifting him high, pulling his spirit towards the heavens. With guidance from the moulder of men, Karura touched upon the essence of clarity.
As the pendulum moved his way, Dionysus prevailed. Obàtálá's clarity lay not in order, but in the realisation that chaos could not fall under the compass of words. "Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent." Once again, Karura abandoned himself to the moment.
Tomorrow, Karura would wake anew and the world would see events that threatened to shake him to his very foundation. By nightfall, Karura would have tasted eternity.
