Escaping the Vortex-Chimaerarum

It is a flicking window on the face of chance, when you may seize the opportunity to block the movement and stop the cycle. You must close yourself, silence your light. It swoops with the strength of anguish, and each year gives it a speeding turn. It would seem inescapably unblockable, but it is not so. It is not so. You must venture dangerously close and still all you’ll get is a glimpse. In the infinitesimal lapse between the end of a cycle and its renewed spin, there lies the weak link in the chain of thought. For those willing to risk it, a sharp hit and a reasonable amount of luck will cause the thoughts to derail, thus knocking the cycle off balance. It bends, then it bawls. Then it breaks.

"Omnipotent power, creator of all things, forged by the gods from eternal chaos, throw off these false garments and reveal thy true forms. Creators of all things, become a shield to protect me. Great Protectors, do not allow those who would destroy your good works to do their bidding in this sacred place. Use me as your weapon against this evil."
--- Slayn (Record of Lodoss War)

I once was a religious person, you know. Alas, I am not a believer anymore. Strangely, I cannot recall when it happened, the final dissolution of my faith. It must not have been a gradual process, for how can you believe “a bit”? Perhaps that’s what makes faith such a fragile thing – either you have it, or you don’t.