Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.
And yet even while I was exulting in my solitude I became aware of a strange lack. I wished a companion to lie near me in the starlight, silent and not moving, but ever within touch. For there is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
Everything changed late one afternoon. Something drew him deep into the forest shadows. Light and dark fragmented the forest floor, Unmoving, as though awaiting a coming storm. His eyes found it somehow in the dark, the seedling which called to him.
I’m too old for the term, but I’ll use it anyway. I’ll be a child of the wind, till the end of my days.
Initiation, more than any other body of knowledge, has suffered throughout history from the fate of continually being forgotten and having to be rediscovered.
Llew, I understand grief. You must know that it will never leave you entirely. There will be odd moments when it will wash over you like a wave. But you must leave it.
