Seth’s World View

“I know what I must do, but I’m afraid to do it.” So says Frodo to Galadriel, upon realizing he must head to Mordor, alone. My quest isn’t nearly so noble as Frodo’s, though I can relate to his fear. Four years ago, I left the comfort of Pennsylvania for the unknown lands of Colorado. Now I contemplate venturing back, back to a land no longer so familiar, from a place I now find myself at ease. It’s hard to part, especially when I value connection so deeply.

Though the Bible and Dune say, Do Not Fear, I fear. Most of all I fear myself, what I am capable of, and what I’m not capable of. Like Paul Atreides at the end of Dune Messiah, I am left blind and disillusioned. The weight of my own vision has crushed me beneath it. The future is dark to me, except for shadows of the world beyond. The Fremen were handed a dream of green grass and rain showers, in place of their desolate desert. In the end, they, like I, long for the desert.