Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 4: Showtime!]
02-16-2010, 05:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Sruixan.
One of the most common methods utilised by soul-weary beings to supposedly calm their minds, often practised in religions where meditation plays an important part in the associated ideaology, is generally referred to as the lotus position. This entails sitting cross-legged in a manner whereby the feet (and by nature, the legs) somehow find their respective ways to the opposite thigh from whence they came, where they settle for as long as the entity in charge wants to be at peace with themselves.
In theory, it's not a half bad idea, encouraging physical stability and calming breathing. However, when the limit of one's acrobatic adroitness is falling out of bed every morning and just about being able to get up afterwards; when one is relatively certain that, no, that's not generally what shape my leg is supposed to form when I move it like that; when you are currently harbouring a shotgun underneath your coat that does a remarkable job at hampering your ability to sit down; when you are worried that the whole ordeal is making you desperate to discover the nearest lavatory; when you're feeling less stability, more stabbity - the only positive effect it had on the mind was making Maxwell realise that focusing the mind was probably not going to help his ability to conjure objects any more accurately, unless what he was trying to summon was the concept of pure pain, or death to all his enemies (including all of the writers of those silly books that stressed at great length the benefits of properly carried out yoga in maintaining one's lifestyle that had, by some intrinsic sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-clause of the multiverse, to dot themselves innocently about library shelves, just waiting patiently to be picked up by unsuspecting and curious passers-by...)
On the plus side, though, he was now the proud owner of a nice purple towel that felt remarkably soft for something that hadn't existed six seconds previously and - thank heavens - a sandwich of rather nondescript composition, looking potentially more ancient than would have been truly appreciated, but, hey, it was food!
One of the most common methods utilised by soul-weary beings to supposedly calm their minds, often practised in religions where meditation plays an important part in the associated ideaology, is generally referred to as the lotus position. This entails sitting cross-legged in a manner whereby the feet (and by nature, the legs) somehow find their respective ways to the opposite thigh from whence they came, where they settle for as long as the entity in charge wants to be at peace with themselves.
In theory, it's not a half bad idea, encouraging physical stability and calming breathing. However, when the limit of one's acrobatic adroitness is falling out of bed every morning and just about being able to get up afterwards; when one is relatively certain that, no, that's not generally what shape my leg is supposed to form when I move it like that; when you are currently harbouring a shotgun underneath your coat that does a remarkable job at hampering your ability to sit down; when you are worried that the whole ordeal is making you desperate to discover the nearest lavatory; when you're feeling less stability, more stabbity - the only positive effect it had on the mind was making Maxwell realise that focusing the mind was probably not going to help his ability to conjure objects any more accurately, unless what he was trying to summon was the concept of pure pain, or death to all his enemies (including all of the writers of those silly books that stressed at great length the benefits of properly carried out yoga in maintaining one's lifestyle that had, by some intrinsic sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-sub-clause of the multiverse, to dot themselves innocently about library shelves, just waiting patiently to be picked up by unsuspecting and curious passers-by...)
On the plus side, though, he was now the proud owner of a nice purple towel that felt remarkably soft for something that hadn't existed six seconds previously and - thank heavens - a sandwich of rather nondescript composition, looking potentially more ancient than would have been truly appreciated, but, hey, it was food!