The Light Bringer You may as well call me lucifer, because that’s what I am.  No, get

The Light Bringer You may as well call me lucifer, because that’s what I am.  No, get your head out of the testament, that’s not what I’m talking about. Engage in a little etymology with me, if you will. Lux, that’s the start, the light, an illumination to shine on the dark corners of your psyche, descend into the basement of your mind and come out with something new, a bit of knowledge that you weren’t even sure you already had. Ferre? That’s the burden, the carry. To get you from here to there, from the start to the end. I’m your transport, if you’ll let me embark.  I’ve always found that the best way to garner control is not through deprivation, taking things away until desperation takes hold and renders you dependent, left with no choice but to acquiesce. It’s so inelegant, a brute’s course that searches for the line of best fit, but not necessarily the line of least resistance. Either way, you’re only ever going to get one result, and variance is the name of the game.  No, instead I find providing an abundance of choice is how you paralyse. Show a girl how terrifying a life without control is, and they’ll throw the reins at you as soon as blink. To paint a picture where control is the only real option for them to take, rather than to make it the only option. That way it’s a choice, an opt in, rather than a default. That way they feel good about the choice, illuminated, informed. That way, they doom themselves, rather than have to be rankled under your chains.  I hold the door open and I’ll watch you waltz right in, never paying attention to the subtle click of the lock as it slips into place behind you. Better than to barrel you through it and slam it shut before you have a chance to say a word.  -- source link

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