All life is epic.

I don’t know about you but I live in a castle, surrounded by mountains and woods, all painted in deep, dark green. And—even though I’m technically a girl, in the Middle Ages—I ride a horse and fight giants and cruel landlords and ogres and cyclopes, and I do awesome things with my sword, and I steal money from the rich and give to the poor, and I take rings to Mordor often, and I ride with pirates in boats and have love affairs with Samurais.

And then, when I get back home at the end of a long day, and all the candles are burned out, and the soup is cold and the castle—too big, and there are angry ghosts hiding in every closet, and I forget how to speak Elvish, and there are leaks in the ceiling, and all the radioactive rain falling through, in my living room, I press play and I start to remember:

Not sure what was here (video got deleted), so I’ll sub this. ~ ed.

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?…Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?…If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”

~ J.R.R. Tolkien 

{I’m sure I’ve missed at least a dozen. Add your favorite epic tune in the comments.}

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