A knight contemplates his life…
In the silence of a moment, a silence so deep you could lose your mind, I reflect on my old mask, you know the one, with the thin smile. And what of my armor with shield and sword which I held up against the world? The armor I polished every day adding accolades to its mesh, the shield which hid me from all undesirable thoughts. Yes, love, compassion, and altruism I could feel but I choose not to as I let the sword cut away anything that ruined my view of my reality. So was the shield hiding me from the world or from myself? Was my sword there to facilitate my way in the world or make it difficult for me? I held my armor for years and many battles, did it protect me or did it quicken my demise?
I thought I heard someone from the Grail Castle say that the land has healed, and a question’s asked for a question’s sake, and our beloved Amfortas the Angler is well. It was then that my metal prison became of no importance, I left it lying in the snow with the others as I took my leave from this battle. I hope to never again become this familiar with war and death.
I dream of home, not the home of my birth but the Norse home of my ancestors, of the Poetic Eddas and it’s hero Odin, his ravens close behind. We are traveling to northern lands where forest grows darker and foreboding into the night. Beyond the silent gate of sleep, to the other side of the Aurora where the souls of lost loved ones still await reunion. This is the gate to the sun. We travel 800 in all through 540 passages to the great warrior hall of Valhalla, where Odin awaits us all.