I did once, out in the turbulent waters of the dream-sea known as Quiddity.
He kneeled upon the surface of this vast ocean, as if it was as smooth and solid as stone.
I meanwhile was chin deep in brine. He caught my attention immediatley, of course, and proceded to tell me the answers I needed to here.
Most importantly, he told me of The Story Tree, and how every life, however meaningless and insignificant it might appear, is a leaf upon it.
He spoke also that in every story, no matter how ambitious it's scope or profound its theme, there is only ever room for three players.
Between adoring spouses: A child.
Between warring kings: A peacemaker.
Between lovers: Death.
The scope of his words were such that I can only retain a fragment of understanding.
I'll never forget his eyes though...
2006-08-10
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