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So, tonight I was fishing around Keplers bookstore, since the book I’d been hoping to acquire came into stock the next day, I decided to look for the Manga section. Though it was pretty limited,  I immediately found a familiar one. “Om my gosh! It’s inuyasha!” I called, swiping it from the shelf. I’d seen the entire anime, and absolutely adored the characters and the plotline, so this was awesome! To finally be able to find it in book form! They only had two volumes: 6 and 7, so I began reading volume 6. Wow. I remembered the time spent watching inuyasha. I’d first been introduced to it in kindergarten by Mackenzie, my BFF, but I don’t think I understood the plot at all(the storyline is complex, and the episodes I saw where random ones from whenever I’d come over, so each viewing of it was like starting a new story that I never finished.) This year, I decided to actually watch it from start to the last episode way off in the distance. About 180+ episodes! My first anime! And, unlike when I was little, I watched it in Japanese, with english subs. That is where I picked up my first phrases in Japanese.

So, anyway, finding that manga tonight was like opening up a uneplored door to a loved part of my childhood. The plot is so creative, interesting, and above all, full of twists. And the characters! They all have such distinct personality! Shippo, the baby fox demon is sort of a cute little crybaby. Miroku is a very “weird” monk. Inuyasha ia loner, accepts-no-help sort of fighter.

And so, Inuyasha as a whole, is truly amazing.

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I saw eternity the other night,

a great ring of pure endless light*

And in the rainy darkest hour,

the hope in your heart dies,

dies but doesn’t cower.

And when the sun shines again,

open your eyes and let the light in.

Let the warm rays touch your heart,

and feel your hope awake with a start.

Be strong,

stand boldly,

sing to the sky,

and let me cradle you,

 sleepy angel,

my only.

First two line are froma a poem called The World by  Henry Vaughan.

You are free.

And in freedom, you are given obligations:

The obligation to challenge everything. You never know what something made of until you begin to pick it apart.

The obligation to know. To learn and find out, to hunt through thickets of knowledge.

The obligation to be worth it. Not everyone else is free, put your freedom to use.

You have a right to feel. Never be ashamed to have feelings.

You are free.

Take a saber to the sky,

slash the clouds and let it rain.

Do this because you can

because you’re strong

because no one else will

you have to

no one forcing you to

you have the time to

you’re out of time to

doing this will heal you.

Because you are free.