A tower of doubt. Aren’t we all? Is it the spirit or the structure that embodies its maker’s creative secrets? Each one of us is a castle by the sea. A giant, closed to the outside world against pounding waves of emotion. Over time, it will crumble against time’s all-encompassing shores. And yet, the dream will live on for eternity. The body will not remain. But the idea will last forever as a memory of another’s past in the form of things to come in one’s future. And so the dream becomes a reality; at last, all hope is not lost.

The castle’s decorations do not affect the protection it is meant to provide. After all, beauty is subjective, and therefore does not alter the interior design. The container only houses the gem of its existence - the soul. That is its purpose: a truth wrapped in silver paper.

Within the chambers, the fire will never go out. The embers writhe, kindle, and burn. Light blares forth from the windows with a vitality that can be seen from foreign coasts. Each light this powerful is enough to be seen through the mists; that is, as long as someone is watching. 

The towers are built up brick by brick. And yet, the structure’s fate remains mercilessly earthbound, colored in a perfect shade of humanity. With arms of stone, the building reaches skyward; always reaching, towering above the rest, yet it cannot grow. At its roots lives its deepest source of identity; it is the brick which remained from the first day of its construction - the idea that sparked in the eye of the believer. 

In its old age, the building begins to crumble in humility, and bow down to the sea. That is when we find ourselves helpless; it is the moment when our rationality withers to obey our emotions, and dreams become more vivid than reality. Lakes become mirrors, and suddenly our emotions reflect who we really are, as we look deeper into the ground. But the images in mirrors only reflect reality, and so the power is caught in between the light for only as long as we stay to see it. We must be careful to never turn away from our castles waiting for us by the sea. We turn our backs, and all that exists will fall away to dust.