Destiny Theory

[i]Armando shared this after he found this on a blog.... Interesting concept... Thought a few of you might want to read:[/i] "I was patrolling around the moon yesterday and was silently stalking Fallen Dregs trying to listen to alien banter. I moved too close and startled one of them, who turned around and gurgled in broken english (kind of how the Grunts in Halo did) "It's the Darkness!" before firing away at me... Wait. Are. We. The. Darkness? The more I think about it, the more it makes sense... WHY ELSE would aliens be relentlessly fighting us without much justification? Although I can't explain why the alien factions would be fighting each other. Maybe the Traveler is a weapon and we simply don't know it because we're under its spell? And the alien factions don't trust each other with the Traveler's power? interesting point of view. This is blowing my mind right now. Think about it, the names of some of the enemies are Wizards, Knights, Acolytes but we're Titans, Hunters, Warlocks, which have negative or evil connotations to them. Titans in Greek mythology, hunters just killing things, warlocks wielding dark magic... I'm discussing it with a few friends and it's starting to make sense. We're basically an army of undead. And this whole space fantasy theme, makes the theory seem plausible. What about the Vex? What if they're like Cylons? Why haven't we seen any other humans elsewhere? Read some of the card backs. On the back of "Legend: The Black Garden": I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Black Garden. The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things there is always symmetry. Do you understand? This is not the beginning but it is the reason. The Garden grows in both directions. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The red flowers bloom forever. There are gardeners now. They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought. This is the vision I had when I leapt from the Shores of Time and let myself sink: I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here. At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light. The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life. The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me. But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt. When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since"