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Emotion 365: The Land of Powerlessness, The Capitol of Power

Powerlessness stretches long and desert low forever. Shrunken shrubs grow alongside the way in. Almost every one walks along the Powerless road for a good portion of their lives. Every one is born beside the road. Denizens walk, walk, walk unknowing their destination. The smooth Powerless Road road slopes down. A deep river lies beneath the it.


“What is to become of us?” a Powerless One says.


Castles and chalets in the mountains look down upon the road. No trail leads up. 


“It’s so hot today,” says one.


“It was yesterday, too," says another.


“Don’t hurry, we have plenty of time,” the Guide says to visitors. “Talk amongst yourselves.”


But there isn’t much to say and the Powerless walk in silence. 


“All the better the hear the birdsong and insects buzz,” says the Guide.


The way out of Powerlessness lies straight ahead.


“For how long?” a visitor asks.


“No one knows,” says the Guide. “Eventually, the road just disappears and the Powerless beside it."


From atop a high hill, shines the beacon of light Power. Inhabitants disappear from the road when they are done being Powerless and arrive at their destination. Then they find themselves on a stage in an amphitheater under a golden spotlight. It shimmers and shakes and the person feels that they ought to say something important, but really all that is expected of them is that they stand there until another person replaces them. 


Everyone visits power, but no one stays long on centerstage. They fade in and out, glinting like lights until they decide to go on their way and live another better life somewhere else where there is more to explore. 


"It's a small place, Power," says Miss Emeline Traveler. "There really isn’t much to it. Just a spotlight and a thunderous voice from above which claims to know more than it does."


"I'll admit, if not for Miss Emeline," says Miss Doe Friend. "I might have been taken in by the voice of Power."


Everyone leaves Power hungry. 


"There isn’t enough to eat in Powerlessness and no time to eat anything in Power," says Doe. "I was quite happy after all of that to sit back down for tea."

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