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\input{chapters/2025.10.28-TailorOfTheSky.tex} % KEEP FIRST
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\input{chapters/2025.09.09-TheLostSheep.tex}
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\input{chapters/2026.05.16-TheBooksOfTorin.tex} % KEEP BEGIN + 3
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\input{chapters/2025.09.16-SongOfTheThirdWay.tex}
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\input{chapters/2025.09.16-ASongAboutRain.tex}
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\input{chapters/2025.09.28-TheGardenThatWouldNotHurry.tex}
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\input{chapters/2026.03.24-TheMasonAndTheTower.tex}
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\input{chapters/2025.11.10-TheLifeOfARock.tex} % KEEP END -3
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\input{chapters/2026.04.07-TheForgottenLamp.tex}
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\textchapter{About the Author}
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\begin{center}
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\includegraphics[width=0.35\textwidth]{chapters/William-GoldTie-cropped.jpg}
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\end{center}
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William Zeitler ("ZITE-ler") is an author, composer, a glass armonica performer,
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and the creator of GrailHeart.com: stories and music at the threshold of myth
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and prayer.
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William Zeitler ("ZITE-ler") is an author, composer, glass armonica performer,
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and creator of GrailHeart.com — stories, essays, and music exploring what it
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means to become more fully human.
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He has performed at the Kennedy Center and at the Hollywood Bowl, built harpsichords with his own hands,
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He has performed at the Kennedy Center and the Hollywood Bowl,
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built harpsichords with his own hands,
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translated the New Testament from Greek,
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and written code for Microsoft.
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But the work that has mattered most has been harder to name:
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learning to sit with darkness long enough to discover what it has to say ---
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that the most human moments are often the most luminous.
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His work has taken him through music and myth,
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Christianity and doubt, beauty and loss —
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always with the suspicion that the world is stranger,
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deeper, and more luminous than it appears.
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These stories come from that sitting.
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GrailHeart grows from that suspicion.
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William lives in Southern California with his wife Sue and their cat Katie.
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\begin{center}
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{\large\itshape The Journey does not end with the last page.}
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{\Large Did this book meet you somewhere?}
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\bigskip\bigskip
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The conversation continues ---\\
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essays, reflections, and books\\
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reclaiming what it means to be human.
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\bigskip
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Visit:
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{\large www.GrailHeart.com}
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\medskip
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{\large If it did, a review helps the next reader \\
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find their way here too.}
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\includegraphics[width=1.1in]{backmatter/SGH02-QR.pdf}
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\vspace{1em}
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{\small grailheart.com/reviews/StoriesFromGrailHeart02}
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\herosection{The Lost Sheep}{chapters/2025.09.09-TheLostSheep/image/the-lost-sheep.jpg}
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\herosection{The Lost Sheep}
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\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}here was once a boy \\
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\dropstart{There} was once a boy \\
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who shepherded a flock of a hundred sheep.\\
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Every morning, he led them out \\
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to graze in the meadows by the lake,\\
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he understood.
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The flock had not been lost.\\
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He had been keeping them in the same place\\
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long after it could sustain them.\\
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So while he slept, \\
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they had moved on\\
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to where they could thrive.\\
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And this little lamb — \\
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whom he had misunderstood, \\
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even scolded — \\
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had been left behind\\
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to guide him home.
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Tears stung his eyes.\\
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He lifted Lamby into his arms,\\
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her heartbeat warm against his chest.
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Lamby nipped his trousers again.
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All these weeks,\\
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he had been carrying the one\\
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For the first time,\\
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he followed rather than led,\\
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as their leader,\\
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but as their companion — \\
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the hundred-and-first sheep.\\
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\reflectionshead
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What if the one you believed needed your guidance was quietly leading you all along?
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\herosection{A Song About Rain}
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The kingdoms had been at war longer than Selen had been alive.
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North against South.
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Each had its songs.
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Selen knew them all.
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He had played the northern songs in northern halls, \\
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where men struck their cups against the tables \\
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and sang of victories their grandfathers had won.
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He had played the southern songs beside southern fires, \\
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where mothers taught their sons the names of towns \\
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that must someday be avenged.
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He was welcome in both kingdoms.
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Until each asked him to choose.
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\medskip
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The northern general summoned him first.
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“Write us a song,” he said. \\
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“Something the men will remember when they are afraid.”
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Selen looked at the soldiers outside the tent.
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Some were hardly old enough to shave.
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“They already have songs.”
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“Then write a better one.”
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Selen declined.
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The southern commander heard of this and sent for him.
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“You were right to refuse them,” she said. \\
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“Their cause is corrupt. Write for us instead.”
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Selen declined again.
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Within a month, he was welcome in neither kingdom.
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\medskip
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He went into the hills between them.
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There were villages there too small to appear on military maps.
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He did chores for meals and played for beds.
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Sometimes children gathered.
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So he taught them songs.
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Not northern songs.
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Not southern songs.
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Songs about rain.
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About kneading bread.
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About a fox who stole a magistrate's trousers.
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Melodies simple enough to hum while carrying water.
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Impossible to leave behind.
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Then he moved on.
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\medskip
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Years passed.
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Selen heard his songs in places he had never taught them.
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A girl sang one while sweeping the steps of an inn.
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A ferryman whistled another.
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Once, in a northern market, Selen heard two boys arguing \\
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over the proper ending of the fox song.
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Both were wrong.
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He kept walking.
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\medskip
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Then, one autumn morning, \\
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soldiers came through a village where he was staying.
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They were marching south.
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One of them was singing.
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Selen stopped.
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It was his song about rain.
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The others joined in.
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They had changed the words.
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Now the rain fell on southern graves.
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Selen stood beside the road \\
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until the last soldier disappeared.
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That evening he took out his instrument.\\
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For the first time in many years,\\
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he could not play.
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\medskip
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Winter came.\\
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Then spring.
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Selen remained in the village.
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He mended fences.\\
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Carried wood.\\
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Helped an old woman repair her roof.
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His instrument stayed wrapped beneath his bed.
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One afternoon a little girl found it.
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“Is this yours?”
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“Yes.”
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“Do you know any songs?”
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“I used to.”
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She considered this.
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“My mother knows one.”
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She began to sing.
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It was the song about rain.
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The old words.
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Selen listened.
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When she reached the second verse, \\
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she forgot what came next.
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He taught her.
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\medskip
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Selen died before the war ended.
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It continued another seventeen years.\\
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No song stopped it.
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No king discovered wisdom.\\
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No army laid down its weapons \\
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because a minstrel had taught children to sing.
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The war ended the way such wars often do.\\
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Too few sons left.\\
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Too little grain.\\
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Too many graves.
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\medskip
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Years afterward, men from the North and South \\
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were repairing a bridge destroyed in the fighting.
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They worked mostly without speaking.
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Near midday, one of the northern men began humming.
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A man across the river looked up.
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“You've got that wrong.”
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The humming stopped.\\
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The northerner stared at him.
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Then the southerner sang the next line.
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Someone laughed.\\
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Another joined in.
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Before long, men on both sides of the river \\
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were arguing over the last verse.
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None of them knew who had written the song.\\
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None knew where it had begun.
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By evening,\\
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the bridge reached halfway across.
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\reflectionshead
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Do we stop giving when we're not sure what others will make of it?
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\herosection{Song of the Third Way}{chapters/2025.09.16-SongOfTheThirdWay/image/song-of-the-third-way.jpg}
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\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}wo kingdoms lay side by side, \\
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their borders drawn not by rivers or mountains \\
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but by ancient grievances.\\
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Each believed the other a curse, \\
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and for as long as anyone could remember, \\
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they had been at war.
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Into this land wandered a bard named Selen. \\
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He sang not of kings or battles, \\
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but of rain falling on roof tiles, \\
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of a mother's quiet breath \\
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as she rocked a child to sleep, \\
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of the stars in the sky that looked down \\
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on friend and foe alike.\\
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Wherever he sang, \\
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children would gather, \\
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their faces luminous,\\
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while their parents listened from the shadows, \\
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afraid to hope.
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One spring, \\
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both kingdoms heard of Selen \\
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and sent emissaries to claim him.\\
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The Northern general \\
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offered gold beyond imagining \\
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if Selen would compose a war hymn \\
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to stiffen his soldiers' courage.\\
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The Southern general promised him\\
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a palace and servants \\
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if he would create a song \\
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to strike terror in enemy hearts.
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Selen bowed to each in turn, \\
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then vanished into the wilderness \\
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before either could bind him.
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For months, \\
|
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no one knew where he had gone.
|
||||
|
||||
But deep in the valleys, \\
|
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Selen visited small villages \\
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that lay beyond the reach of armies.
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||||
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||||
There, \\
|
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in the dim light of cottages, \\
|
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he sang softly to the children.
|
||||
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||||
He taught them melodies simple enough \\
|
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to hum while carrying water, \\
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||||
impossible to leave behind.
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||||
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||||
The children learned quickly, \\
|
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passing the songs among themselves \\
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until the songs had become \\
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the warp and weft of them.
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||||
The war raged on, ever more senseless.\\
|
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Castles burned, \\
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||||
borders shifted, \\
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armies rose and fell.
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||||
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||||
Yet beneath this storm, \\
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something unseen was taking root.
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||||
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||||
A farmer would hear his child humming \\
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and find his own bitterness melting away.
|
||||
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||||
A soldier, \\
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home on leave, \\
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would weep to hear a melody \\
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he did not know he remembered.
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||||
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||||
The song spread quietly, inexorably.
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Years passed.\\
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The war, \\
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like all wars, \\
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finally collapsed under its own weight.
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The last generals died \\
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with curses on their lips, \\
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never knowing why their armies \\
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had lost their taste for slaughter.
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When the smoke cleared, \\
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the two kingdoms lay in ruins --- \\
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leaderless, \\
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weary, \\
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and strangely silent.
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Then, from a hillside, \\
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a single voice began to sing.
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Others joined, \\
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timid at first, \\
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then stronger, \\
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until the valleys rang with a music \\
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no sword could silence.
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The children Selen had taught were grown now.
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They gathered \\
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not to rebuild thrones or armies, \\
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but to weave a new harmony \\
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between once-divided lands.
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In place of borders, \\
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they planted orchards.
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In place of war banners, \\
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they raised wind chimes \\
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to catch the breeze.
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As for Selen, \\
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no one could say where he had gone.
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Some claimed he had walked into the sea, \\
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carrying his harp.
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Others swore they had seen him among the singers, \\
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smiling quietly before slipping away.
|
||||
|
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But all agreed on this: \\
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his song had not ended.\\
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It lived in them now.
|
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|
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And whenever the world seemed ready \\
|
||||
to fall again into darkness,\\
|
||||
a child's voice could still be heard — \\
|
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singing.
|
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\herosection{The Garden that Would Not Hurry}{chapters/2025.09.28-TheGardenThatWouldNotHurry/image/the-garden-that-would-not-hurry.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Garden that Would Not Hurry}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}here was once a woman \\
|
||||
\dropstart{There} was once a woman \\
|
||||
who wished to make beauty bloom.\\
|
||||
She cleared a plot of rocky soil behind her cottage,\\
|
||||
dug furrows, \\
|
||||
@ -58,3 +58,7 @@ so small she missed them at first.
|
||||
|
||||
She laughed, not at the delay,\\
|
||||
but at her own impatience.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
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|
||||
Might there be a patience older than our wanting, that does not need to know what it is waiting for?
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|
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\herosection{The Wayward Gift}{chapters/2025.10.06-TheWaywardGift/image/the-wayward-gift.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Wayward Gift}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropA.png}lia found a ragged man at the forest's edge,\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Alia} found a ragged man at the forest's edge,\\
|
||||
hungry, \\
|
||||
limping, \\
|
||||
and shunned by all.\\
|
||||
@ -56,10 +56,9 @@ that would not let him hide,\\
|
||||
and the chants at dawn \\
|
||||
pierced him deeper than any blade.
|
||||
|
||||
Thren became someone else,\\
|
||||
slowly, \\
|
||||
painfully.\\
|
||||
He became the one who rang the bell at dawn,\\
|
||||
Slowly, \\
|
||||
painfully,\\
|
||||
he became the one who rang the bell at dawn,\\
|
||||
the one welcoming wanderers at the gate,\\
|
||||
the first to volunteer for the lowliest chores.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -67,10 +66,9 @@ In time, \\
|
||||
he became the one they called Abbot.
|
||||
|
||||
He tried many times to find Alia,\\
|
||||
to return her gift.\\
|
||||
But when he had first stumbled upon the monastery,\\
|
||||
he had been so lost with cold and hunger\\
|
||||
that afterward he could never retrace his steps.
|
||||
to return her gift.
|
||||
|
||||
He never found her.
|
||||
|
||||
And so the sacred gift he had stolen\\
|
||||
was folded into their worship,\\
|
||||
@ -78,3 +76,8 @@ woven into their daily prayers\\
|
||||
until it seemed it had always belonged there.
|
||||
|
||||
Alia never knew.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What if the good we thought was wasted simply went somewhere we could not follow?
|
||||
|
||||
|
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|
||||
\herosection{The Mirror that Knew}{chapters/2025.10.21-TheMirrorThatKnew/image/the-mirror-that-knew.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Mirror That Knew}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropI.png}n the high country \\
|
||||
where clouds touched the roofs, \\
|
||||
the village of Lir kept the art of mirrors.\\
|
||||
Their mirrors were not toys of vanity \\
|
||||
but instruments of devotion. \\
|
||||
Each generation one was made \\
|
||||
for the Temple of the Dawn, \\
|
||||
to reveal each soul as it truly was.
|
||||
\dropstart{Iren} had spent seven years making the mirror.
|
||||
|
||||
When the honor fell to Master Iren, \\
|
||||
no one questioned the choice.\\
|
||||
He was patient, precise, and — \\
|
||||
he liked to say — \\
|
||||
humble. \\
|
||||
``A mirror must be pure as snow,'' \\
|
||||
he told his apprentice Sela, \\
|
||||
a quiet girl whose quiet nature \\
|
||||
he mistook for slowness. \\
|
||||
``If the maker leaves a trace of himself, \\
|
||||
it will cloud the image.\\
|
||||
I, of course, will do no such thing.''
|
||||
The glass came from white sand gathered at the winter sea.
|
||||
|
||||
Weeks passed in silence \\
|
||||
broken only by the hiss \\
|
||||
of molten silver and glass.\\
|
||||
At last, \\
|
||||
the mirror was lifted into its frame, \\
|
||||
shining like captured sunlight.\\
|
||||
The abbot came, \\
|
||||
the bells rang, \\
|
||||
and the villagers lined up \\
|
||||
to see what they would see.
|
||||
The silver had been melted three times.
|
||||
|
||||
The first pilgrim stepped forward — \\
|
||||
an old woman, \\
|
||||
trembling.\\
|
||||
Her reflection bloomed crisp and clear.\\
|
||||
Then a high priest, \\
|
||||
strutting in his finest robe — \\
|
||||
the surface misted over at once.\\
|
||||
One after another, \\
|
||||
they gazed at themselves in the mirror.\\
|
||||
The modest saw themselves luminously; \\
|
||||
the self-important saw only fog.
|
||||
The frame was cedar, carved with a single inscription:
|
||||
|
||||
``Surely the mirror isn't working correctly,'' \\
|
||||
the crowd grumbled.\\
|
||||
Murmuring spread.\\
|
||||
Iren laughed lightly to still them. \\
|
||||
``The metal is fresh — \\
|
||||
it needs to season.''\\
|
||||
He turned toward the glass, \\
|
||||
certain the reflection of his own face \\
|
||||
would steady the crowd.
|
||||
\begin{quote}
|
||||
KNOW THYSELF.
|
||||
\end{quote}
|
||||
|
||||
Nothing.
|
||||
People said Iren's mirrors showed more than faces.
|
||||
|
||||
Only a foggy light.\\
|
||||
He never corrected them.
|
||||
|
||||
He felt heat rise behind his ears.\\
|
||||
``You've spoiled the mixture'' he hissed at Sela.
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
She blinked, \\
|
||||
frightened, \\
|
||||
then stepped up beside him.\\
|
||||
The mirror caught her instantly — \\
|
||||
her image bright and alive, \\
|
||||
the whole hall luminous.
|
||||
His apprentice Sela was polishing the frame when a merchant arrived.
|
||||
|
||||
``What did you do?'' he demanded.
|
||||
``I heard you have finished it.''
|
||||
|
||||
``Nothing,'' she said. \\
|
||||
``I only looked.''
|
||||
``Nearly.''
|
||||
|
||||
The merchant stood before the mirror.
|
||||
|
||||
His reflection appeared at once.
|
||||
|
||||
He smiled.
|
||||
|
||||
``I had heard there was something unusual about it.''
|
||||
|
||||
``There is.''
|
||||
|
||||
The merchant waited.
|
||||
|
||||
Iren said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
After he left, Sela asked:
|
||||
|
||||
``What did it show?''
|
||||
|
||||
``Apparently, a merchant.''
|
||||
|
||||
She laughed.
|
||||
|
||||
Iren did not.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
Others came.
|
||||
|
||||
An old woman saw herself clearly and began to cry.
|
||||
|
||||
A magistrate saw only the room behind him.
|
||||
|
||||
A thief saw his own face and laughed until he had to sit down.
|
||||
|
||||
A young mother looked into the glass for a long time.
|
||||
|
||||
``What do you see?'' Iren asked.
|
||||
|
||||
``Nothing.''
|
||||
|
||||
Her child tugged at her sleeve.
|
||||
|
||||
She smiled down at him.
|
||||
|
||||
In the mirror, she remained absent.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
Iren kept notes.
|
||||
|
||||
Age.
|
||||
|
||||
Occupation.
|
||||
|
||||
Temperament.
|
||||
|
||||
Whether the person was married.
|
||||
|
||||
Whether they prayed.
|
||||
|
||||
Whether they were scoundrels.
|
||||
|
||||
Whether they gave to beggars.
|
||||
|
||||
He filled three books.
|
||||
|
||||
No pattern emerged.
|
||||
|
||||
Except one.
|
||||
|
||||
His own reflection never appeared.
|
||||
|
||||
Whenever Iren stood before the glass,\\
|
||||
there was only pale fog.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
He changed the silver.
|
||||
|
||||
The fog remained.
|
||||
|
||||
He remade the backing.
|
||||
|
||||
Fog.
|
||||
|
||||
He altered the angle of the frame.
|
||||
|
||||
Fog.
|
||||
|
||||
At last he stripped the mirror to bare glass and began again.
|
||||
|
||||
Six months later,\\
|
||||
fog.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
``You've spoiled the mixture,'' he told Sela.
|
||||
|
||||
She looked up from her work.
|
||||
|
||||
``I haven't touched it.''
|
||||
|
||||
``Something changed.''
|
||||
|
||||
``Perhaps.''
|
||||
|
||||
``What?''
|
||||
|
||||
``I don't know.''
|
||||
|
||||
He stared at her.
|
||||
|
||||
``You stand before it.''
|
||||
|
||||
Sela hesitated.
|
||||
|
||||
Then she did.
|
||||
|
||||
Pale fog covered the glass.
|
||||
|
||||
Iren stepped closer.
|
||||
|
||||
``But you---''
|
||||
|
||||
``I know.''
|
||||
|
||||
``What does that mean?''
|
||||
|
||||
Sela looked at the mirror.
|
||||
|
||||
``I don't know.''
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
That night Iren remained in the workshop.
|
||||
|
||||
He polished the glass until his shoulders ached.
|
||||
|
||||
He measured the frame.
|
||||
|
||||
Checked the backing.
|
||||
|
||||
Lit another lamp.
|
||||
|
||||
Then another.
|
||||
|
||||
Near dawn, he found himself sitting on the floor.
|
||||
|
||||
Seven years.
|
||||
|
||||
Three notebooks.
|
||||
|
||||
A mirror that showed thieves,\\
|
||||
hid mothers,\\
|
||||
and refused to show either its maker\\
|
||||
or the girl who had helped him make it.
|
||||
|
||||
He began to laugh.
|
||||
|
||||
He wasn't sure why.
|
||||
|
||||
After a while, the laughter stopped.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
The lamps burned low.
|
||||
|
||||
Iren stood once more before the mirror.
|
||||
|
||||
He did not straighten his robe.
|
||||
|
||||
He did not adjust the light.
|
||||
|
||||
He did not look for fog.
|
||||
|
||||
He simply stood there,\\
|
||||
too tired to ask the glass for anything.
|
||||
|
||||
For an instant,\\
|
||||
a face flickered ---
|
||||
|
||||
worn,\\
|
||||
uncertain,\\
|
||||
human ---
|
||||
|
||||
That night, \\
|
||||
he worked alone, \\
|
||||
polishing until his hands shook.\\
|
||||
The harder he tried, \\
|
||||
the duller the surface grew.\\
|
||||
Exhausted, \\
|
||||
he leaned close, \\
|
||||
whispering a prayer he could barely remember.\\
|
||||
For an instant, \\
|
||||
a face flickered — \\
|
||||
worn, \\
|
||||
uncertain, \\
|
||||
human — \\
|
||||
and then was gone.
|
||||
|
||||
Iren reached toward the glass.
|
||||
|
||||
Then stopped.
|
||||
|
||||
Behind him,\\
|
||||
morning entered the workshop.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What are we really looking for when we ask to see ourselves clearly?
|
||||
|
||||
|
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|
||||
\herosection{The Shepherd of Souls}{chapters/2025.10.23-TheShepherdOfSouls/image/the-shepherd-of-souls.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Shepherd of Souls}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropO.png}nce upon a time \\
|
||||
\dropstart{Once} upon a time \\
|
||||
there was a shepherd named Lior,\\
|
||||
who lived happily in the mountains\\
|
||||
with his wife and young son.
|
||||
@ -94,17 +94,11 @@ He played through sun and rain,\\
|
||||
through silence so wide\\
|
||||
the echoes seemed to open into forever.\\
|
||||
The sheep learned to follow the sound;\\
|
||||
the birds grew unafraid.\\
|
||||
And in time,\\
|
||||
his own heart began to keep time\\
|
||||
with the Otherworldly Music.
|
||||
the birds grew unafraid.
|
||||
|
||||
When the fever came to the village,\\
|
||||
Lior came, carrying herbs and his flute.
|
||||
|
||||
``Sometimes compassion \\
|
||||
is the only medicine left,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
He played for the sick,\\
|
||||
for the frightened,\\
|
||||
for the dying.\\
|
||||
@ -149,8 +143,6 @@ faint, but unmistakable.
|
||||
|
||||
It was never quite the same tune twice.
|
||||
|
||||
The villagers called it Lior's Song.\\
|
||||
And when someone died, \\
|
||||
they would say,
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
``Listen — Lior has come to carry them home.''
|
||||
What can love still give when it cannot save what it loves?
|
||||
|
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|
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|
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|
||||
\herosection{Tailor of the Sky}{chapters/2025.10.28-TailorOfTheSky/image/tailor-of-the-sky.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Tailor of the Sky}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}he harbor city loved its banners — \\
|
||||
\dropstart{The} harbor city loved its banners — \\
|
||||
bright rivers of silk that streamed \\
|
||||
from every tower each festival season.\\
|
||||
Sailors said those colors guided them home, \\
|
||||
@ -111,7 +111,7 @@ ropes creaking — \\
|
||||
but beneath it was another rhythm: \\
|
||||
a faint, \\
|
||||
pulsing hum, \\
|
||||
s if the night itself breathed.
|
||||
as if the night itself breathed.
|
||||
|
||||
He moved the needle and the hum deepened.\\
|
||||
Through the window she saw, \\
|
||||
@ -130,13 +130,11 @@ he said softly. \\
|
||||
|
||||
She stood beside him until dawn.\\
|
||||
When the first light came, \\
|
||||
he lowered the needle. \\
|
||||
``The sky tears more easily than we think,'' \\
|
||||
he murmured. \\
|
||||
``Someone must mend it.''
|
||||
he lowered the needle.
|
||||
|
||||
The next morning, \\
|
||||
he was gone.\\
|
||||
he was gone.
|
||||
|
||||
The door was locked from within.\\
|
||||
The window stood open, \\
|
||||
the frame empty.\\
|
||||
@ -164,14 +162,13 @@ through invisible fabric.\\
|
||||
The seam over the harbor \\
|
||||
would brighten for a heartbeat, \\
|
||||
then fade.\\
|
||||
In those moments, \\
|
||||
all her calculations dissolved.\\
|
||||
She felt the breeze around her fingers, \\
|
||||
alive and waiting.
|
||||
|
||||
She would whisper into the dark:\\
|
||||
She could almost hear the darkness whisper:
|
||||
|
||||
``Leave a seam for the wind.''
|
||||
|
||||
And the wind, kind and unhurried, \\
|
||||
would answer.
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
Where in a well-measured life do we leave a seam for the unseen?
|
||||
|
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|
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|
||||
\herosection{The Atlas of the Human Heart}{chapters/2025.11.04-TheAtlasOfTheHumanHeart/image/the-atlas-of-the-human-heart.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Atlas of the Human Heart}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}he Cartographer was famous for her maps.
|
||||
\dropstart{The} Cartographer was famous for her maps.
|
||||
|
||||
Not the ordinary kind — \\
|
||||
she cared nothing for mountains or rivers\\
|
||||
@ -47,9 +47,9 @@ until she met someone who made her laugh.\\
|
||||
Someone who brought warmth \\
|
||||
she didn't think possible.\\
|
||||
Someone who caused something wild \\
|
||||
to blossom in her chest.
|
||||
to blossom in her breast.
|
||||
|
||||
The Atlas offered no route \\
|
||||
The \textit{Atlas} offered no route \\
|
||||
from grief to love.\\
|
||||
The two lay on opposite sides of the chart.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ They were fierce, \\
|
||||
volcanic, \\
|
||||
unstoppable.\\
|
||||
They flowed onto the table\\
|
||||
where the Atlas lay open.\\
|
||||
where the \textit{Atlas} lay open.\\
|
||||
Drops splashed the ink.
|
||||
|
||||
At once, the map changed.
|
||||
@ -110,8 +110,7 @@ where sorrow and tenderness \\
|
||||
braided together\\
|
||||
like strands of gossamer hair.
|
||||
|
||||
The Cartographer stared in shock.\\
|
||||
Her perfect system was dissolving.
|
||||
The Cartographer stared.
|
||||
|
||||
She tried blotting the ink.\\
|
||||
She tried redrawing the lines.\\
|
||||
@ -124,31 +123,51 @@ bittersweet forests of wonder,\\
|
||||
thunderstorms of joy\\
|
||||
that rained tears of sorrow.
|
||||
|
||||
She realized the \textit{Atlas} was not breaking.\\
|
||||
It was awakening.
|
||||
The woman stood at the door,\\
|
||||
watching.
|
||||
|
||||
The next morning, \\
|
||||
she called the woman back.
|
||||
After a long while,\\
|
||||
the Cartographer put down her pen.
|
||||
|
||||
``I have a confession,'' \\
|
||||
the Cartographer said.\\
|
||||
``My map was too small.''
|
||||
``Tell me again,'' she said.
|
||||
|
||||
The woman looked uncertain.\\
|
||||
``For grief?''
|
||||
The woman hesitated.
|
||||
|
||||
``And love,'' \\
|
||||
the Cartographer replied,\\
|
||||
and after a long pause — \\
|
||||
``For everything.''
|
||||
``Precisely?''
|
||||
|
||||
The Cartographer spent the next year \\
|
||||
revising the \textit{Atlas},\\
|
||||
but not by adding more lines \\
|
||||
or stricter boundaries.\\
|
||||
She left blank regions — \\
|
||||
vast and wordless — \\
|
||||
where she wrote only:
|
||||
The Cartographer looked at the ruined map.
|
||||
|
||||
``No.''
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
For months afterward,\\
|
||||
the Cartographer worked on a new edition.
|
||||
|
||||
Some of the old roads remained.\\
|
||||
Some rivers kept their names.\\
|
||||
She still drew valleys,\\
|
||||
mountains,\\
|
||||
forests,\\
|
||||
and seas.
|
||||
|
||||
But here and there\\
|
||||
she stopped drawing.
|
||||
|
||||
The first time,\\
|
||||
her pen hovered over the empty paper\\
|
||||
for nearly an hour.
|
||||
|
||||
Then she wrote:
|
||||
|
||||
\textit{Cor Incognitum} — \\
|
||||
The Unknown Heart.
|
||||
|
||||
In time,\\
|
||||
other blank regions appeared.
|
||||
|
||||
She never filled them in.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What if the boundaries we draw around feeling are only shadows, and the heart is a country without a map?
|
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|
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\herosection{The Life of a Rock}{chapters/2025.11.10-TheLifeOfARock/image/the-life-of-a-rock.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Life of a Rock}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropO.png}nce upon a time there was a great rock \\
|
||||
\dropstart{Once} upon a time there was a great rock \\
|
||||
in the middle of nowhere.\\
|
||||
For timeless time it sat.\\
|
||||
And sat some more.\\
|
||||
@ -223,9 +223,7 @@ and argued late into the night \\
|
||||
about its age and composition.
|
||||
|
||||
Some were excited.\\
|
||||
Some were disappointed.\\
|
||||
Some wondered if anything in the universe\\
|
||||
was more than what could be weighed and named.
|
||||
Some were disappointed.
|
||||
|
||||
They wrote in their notebooks:\\
|
||||
``Granite.\\
|
||||
@ -260,17 +258,12 @@ No maps.\\
|
||||
No memories.
|
||||
|
||||
Nothing leaned on the rock.\\
|
||||
Nothing whispered to it.\\
|
||||
No one believed \\
|
||||
or even thought anything about it.
|
||||
Nothing whispered to it.
|
||||
|
||||
Without anyone to say otherwise,\\
|
||||
it was not sacred,\\
|
||||
not a landmark,\\
|
||||
not a companion,\\
|
||||
not a boundary,\\
|
||||
not an attraction,\\
|
||||
not a specimen,\\
|
||||
not even ``just a rock.''
|
||||
More timeless time passed.
|
||||
|
||||
It simply was.
|
||||
The rock remained.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What was the rock before anyone knew what it was?
|
||||
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|
||||
\herosection{Warm Bread}{chapters/2025.11.11-WarmBread/image/warm-bread.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Warm Bread}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropI.png}n the village of Willowford, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{In} the village of Willowford, \\
|
||||
the bakery stood beside the old stone bridge. \\
|
||||
Every morning before sunrise, \\
|
||||
Elias lit the ovens.\\
|
||||
@ -19,9 +19,9 @@ A freak accident had taken his father \\
|
||||
and left Sam with a speech impediment.\\
|
||||
They were destitute.\\
|
||||
They slept wherever kindness allowed — \\
|
||||
barn loft, \\
|
||||
stable corner, \\
|
||||
empty shed.\\
|
||||
a barn loft, \\
|
||||
a stable corner, \\
|
||||
an empty shed.\\
|
||||
Some days there was food.\\
|
||||
Other days — not so much.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -29,7 +29,7 @@ One bitter morning, \\
|
||||
long before the dawn bell rang, \\
|
||||
Sam drifted toward the bakery, \\
|
||||
drawn by the glow in the windows \\
|
||||
and the smell of rising dough.\\
|
||||
and the smell of baking bread.\\
|
||||
He wasn't begging.\\
|
||||
But he couldn't resist the call.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -66,9 +66,7 @@ and hurried away.
|
||||
|
||||
He and his mother left Willowford the next day, \\
|
||||
following the harvest south.\\
|
||||
The villagers never noticed them.\\
|
||||
But Sam carried that morning with him, \\
|
||||
like a small lantern he never set down.
|
||||
The villagers never noticed them.
|
||||
|
||||
Years turned.\\
|
||||
Sam returned as a young man, \\
|
||||
@ -88,14 +86,17 @@ Elias slipped and went down hard.\\
|
||||
Kneading dough, \\
|
||||
hauling wood, \\
|
||||
tending the ovens — \\
|
||||
out of the question.\\
|
||||
out of the question.
|
||||
|
||||
The next morning he tried using his wife's cane.\\
|
||||
By noon, \\
|
||||
he was exhausted, \\
|
||||
his ankle excruciating.\\
|
||||
He hung a sign on the door:
|
||||
|
||||
\begin{quote}
|
||||
\emph{Closed for a time.}
|
||||
\end{quote}
|
||||
|
||||
Word spread quickly.\\
|
||||
Villagers stopped at the window, \\
|
||||
@ -140,8 +141,32 @@ and kneaded dough until his arms trembled.\\
|
||||
When Elias apologized for being a burden, \\
|
||||
Sam only shook his head and kept working.
|
||||
|
||||
One morning, \\
|
||||
Elias noticed a girl outside the bakery window.
|
||||
|
||||
She stood alone, \\
|
||||
hands tucked beneath her arms, \\
|
||||
watching the loaves come from the oven.
|
||||
|
||||
Sam saw her too.
|
||||
|
||||
He cut a heel from a cooling loaf, \\
|
||||
slathered it with butter, \\
|
||||
and went outside.
|
||||
|
||||
Elias watched through the steam-fogged glass.
|
||||
|
||||
The girl ate quickly.
|
||||
|
||||
Sam wrapped the rest of the loaf in linen \\
|
||||
and handed it to her.
|
||||
|
||||
Elias said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
Weeks passed.\\
|
||||
Elias's ankle healed at last.\\
|
||||
Elias's ankle eventually healed.\\
|
||||
One night, \\
|
||||
after the last loaf cooled, \\
|
||||
Elias studied the young man \\
|
||||
@ -151,8 +176,7 @@ sweeping flour from the counter.
|
||||
Elias said quietly. \\
|
||||
``Why, Sam?''
|
||||
|
||||
Sam set the broom aside.\\
|
||||
His voice was steady, plain, complete.
|
||||
Sam set the broom aside.
|
||||
|
||||
``You kind.''
|
||||
|
||||
@ -161,23 +185,36 @@ Elias frowned, searching his memory.
|
||||
``When Sam a boy, you kind to Sam and mother.''
|
||||
|
||||
Elias closed his eyes, \\
|
||||
remembering the hungry boy in the doorway. \\
|
||||
remembering the hungry boy in the doorway.
|
||||
|
||||
``I didn't know it mattered.''
|
||||
|
||||
Sam nodded once. ``It matter.\\
|
||||
Now Sam help \emph{you}.''
|
||||
Sam nodded once.
|
||||
|
||||
When Elias could finally walk without the cane, \\
|
||||
he rose before dawn and baked a small loaf.\\
|
||||
Round and rosemary-scented, \\
|
||||
like the one from years ago.\\
|
||||
He wrapped it in linen \\
|
||||
and handed it to Sam at the door.
|
||||
``It matter.''
|
||||
|
||||
``For you,'' Elias said.
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
Sam bowed, \\
|
||||
took the loaf, \\
|
||||
and stepped into the morning light,\\
|
||||
his boots crunching \\
|
||||
through the crusted snow.
|
||||
When Elias could finally walk without a cane,\\
|
||||
Sam watched him carry a sack of flour \\
|
||||
up the stairs from the storeroom.\\
|
||||
``Tomorrow, Sam go back,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
Elias started to protest.\\
|
||||
Sam shook his head.\\
|
||||
``You OK now.''
|
||||
|
||||
The next morning Elias rose before dawn and baked a small loaf. \\
|
||||
Round and rosemary-scented, like the one from years ago.\\
|
||||
He wrapped it in linen and handed it to Sam at the door.
|
||||
|
||||
“For you,” Elias said.
|
||||
|
||||
Sam bowed, took the loaf, \\
|
||||
and stepped into the morning light. \\
|
||||
His boots crunched through the crusted snow \\
|
||||
as he returned to his hut by the sawmill.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
Where does a kindness end?
|
||||
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|
||||
\herosection{The Lantern of Danger}{chapters/2025.11.20-TheLanternOfDanger/image/the-lantern-of-danger.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Lantern of Danger}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropE.png}very day, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{Every} day, \\
|
||||
the people of Brindleford \\
|
||||
walked past the old shrine \\
|
||||
without giving it much thought.
|
||||
@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ and swept its steps of fallen leaves.\\
|
||||
Inside hung a brass lantern, \\
|
||||
blackened with age, \\
|
||||
its glass chimney \\
|
||||
warped by centuries of weather.\\
|
||||
worn by centuries of weather.\\
|
||||
According to village lore, \\
|
||||
it would ignite only \\
|
||||
in the hour of great danger.\\
|
||||
@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ more than a scolding would have.
|
||||
|
||||
His apprenticeship gave him \\
|
||||
just enough expertise to be dangerous.\\
|
||||
He knew how lanterns were built — \\
|
||||
He knew how lanterns were made — \\
|
||||
how they breathed, \\
|
||||
how they fed their flames.\\
|
||||
He could not accept that this soot-choked artifact \\
|
||||
@ -48,17 +48,20 @@ was something quieter: \\
|
||||
a faint, \\
|
||||
persistent unease he refused to name.\\
|
||||
So, late one night, \\
|
||||
after too much stewing and not enough sleep, \\
|
||||
after too much stewing, \\
|
||||
a little too much ale, \\
|
||||
and not enough sleep, \\
|
||||
he stole it.
|
||||
|
||||
The shrine door protested \\
|
||||
with a long sigh as he pushed it open.\\
|
||||
The lantern was heavier than he expected, \\
|
||||
almost stubborn in his hands, \\
|
||||
but he carried it through the sleeping village to his workshop.\\
|
||||
but he carried it through the sleeping village \\
|
||||
to his workshop.\\
|
||||
He intended to disassemble it, \\
|
||||
reveal its emptiness, \\
|
||||
and finally quiet the itch in his mind.
|
||||
and finally scratch the itch in his mind.
|
||||
|
||||
Under lamplight he examined every inch of it.\\
|
||||
No flint.\\
|
||||
@ -96,9 +99,9 @@ and stumbled to bed.
|
||||
Sleep offered no refuge.\\
|
||||
Through the cracks beneath his door \\
|
||||
the strange light seeped into his room, \\
|
||||
not illuminating objects but truths.\\
|
||||
illuminating objects that weren't there.\\
|
||||
In the corner where he tossed broken lamps \\
|
||||
he would "fix later,” \\
|
||||
he would ``fix later,'' \\
|
||||
he saw the face of his first teacher — \\
|
||||
the one he'd abandoned without farewell \\
|
||||
when he found a better apprenticeship.\\
|
||||
@ -112,6 +115,17 @@ the timid gestures, \\
|
||||
the shabby choices \\
|
||||
that had quietly shaped his days.
|
||||
|
||||
But there were other things.
|
||||
|
||||
He saw the half-finished instruments \\
|
||||
he had once dreamed of making.\\
|
||||
The journeys he had postponed.\\
|
||||
The words of affection \\
|
||||
he had thought but never spoken.\\
|
||||
A hundred ordinary mornings \\
|
||||
through which he had hurried \\
|
||||
toward some more important day.
|
||||
|
||||
By sunrise his heart felt scraped raw.\\
|
||||
Panicked, \\
|
||||
he carried the lantern back \\
|
||||
@ -122,23 +136,19 @@ But when he turned to leave, \\
|
||||
the lantern stood at his heels, \\
|
||||
steady and patient.
|
||||
|
||||
It was then he realized the truth: \\
|
||||
the lantern had not flared to warn the village.\\
|
||||
It had flared to warn \emph{him}.\\
|
||||
Not of disaster in the sky, \\
|
||||
but of the quiet catastrophe \\
|
||||
of drifting through a life of moral poverty.\\
|
||||
The unexpected hour had come, \\
|
||||
not as doom, \\
|
||||
but as a summons.
|
||||
Keren stared at it, dumbfounded.
|
||||
|
||||
Keren sat on the shrine steps, \\
|
||||
He sat on the shrine steps, \\
|
||||
lantern beside him, \\
|
||||
morning light soft on the stones.\\
|
||||
He closed his eyes, \\
|
||||
took a trembling breath, \\
|
||||
and asked the question he had avoided for years.
|
||||
and asked:
|
||||
|
||||
``What must I see?''
|
||||
``What else am I not seeing?''
|
||||
|
||||
The lantern flickered once.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
How many ordinary days must pass before we come to our senses?
|
||||
|
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|
||||
% 2025.12.02-TheUnknownPath\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Unknown Path}{chapters/2025.12.02-TheUnknownPath/image/the-unknown-path.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Unknown Path}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropA.png}t the eastern edge of Sereth \\
|
||||
\dropstart{At} the eastern edge of Sereth \\
|
||||
stood the Scribe's Gate, \\
|
||||
a two-arched stone passage \\
|
||||
carved with words so old \\
|
||||
@ -40,8 +40,8 @@ like a stale draft through her heart.\\
|
||||
She had slept poorly — \\
|
||||
again.\\
|
||||
She still kept a second cup on the shelf, \\
|
||||
though the one to whom it belonged had chosen — \\
|
||||
elsewhere.\\
|
||||
though the one to whom it belonged \\
|
||||
had chosen — elsewhere.\\
|
||||
Loss collected in the corners of her life like dust.\\
|
||||
Too many days felt like empty repetitions \\
|
||||
of happier yesterdays.
|
||||
@ -63,9 +63,7 @@ Not from fear — \\
|
||||
she was too tired for fear — \\
|
||||
but from a pressure she couldn't name, \\
|
||||
a sense of being on the verge \\
|
||||
of something small but real, \\
|
||||
like a bud deciding whether to open.\\
|
||||
She stepped closer.
|
||||
of something she couldn't see.
|
||||
|
||||
The dust around her feet stirred, then settled again.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -83,9 +81,7 @@ She took a single step beneath the right-hand arch.
|
||||
The air shifted.\\
|
||||
Not dramatically — \\
|
||||
just enough that she felt it at the edges of her skin, \\
|
||||
a subtle thinning, \\
|
||||
a sense of being recognized \\
|
||||
by something she couldn't see.
|
||||
a subtle thinning.
|
||||
|
||||
Dust rose in a faint swirl behind her.\\
|
||||
When it settled, she saw them: \\
|
||||
@ -105,18 +101,12 @@ Only her own prints remained.
|
||||
Mirel swallowed.\\
|
||||
Her pulse beat in her ears.
|
||||
|
||||
Tentatively, \\
|
||||
she walked forward again.
|
||||
She paused, \\
|
||||
then took another step.
|
||||
|
||||
With her second step, \\
|
||||
the companion footprints reappeared —\\
|
||||
The companion footprints reappeared —\\
|
||||
this time clearer, \\
|
||||
more defined, \\
|
||||
as though the unseen traveler \\
|
||||
wished to reassure her: \\
|
||||
You're not imagining me.\\
|
||||
I'm here when you walk, \\
|
||||
not when you look.
|
||||
more defined.
|
||||
|
||||
She reached down to touch one.\\
|
||||
Her fingers passed through dust — \\
|
||||
@ -135,12 +125,8 @@ Her breath steadied.
|
||||
|
||||
She didn't know where the road led.\\
|
||||
She didn't know what walked beside her.\\
|
||||
She didn't even know why she'd set foot here today.\\
|
||||
But she felt, \\
|
||||
with a clarity gentler than certainty, \\
|
||||
that her long solitude wasn't her whole truth — \\
|
||||
and that today, \\
|
||||
she had finally allowed herself to feel that.
|
||||
She didn't even know why \\
|
||||
she had set foot there that morning.
|
||||
|
||||
She walked.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -148,13 +134,12 @@ Not quickly.\\
|
||||
Not bravely.\\
|
||||
Not with any grand resolve.
|
||||
|
||||
Just enough — \\
|
||||
just the next step\\
|
||||
Just the next step,\\
|
||||
and then the next.
|
||||
|
||||
Behind her, distant voices called her name.\\
|
||||
She didn't answer.\\
|
||||
The wind carried those voices away \\
|
||||
like old obligations \\
|
||||
finally allowed to drift into nothing.
|
||||
Beside her,\\
|
||||
the other footprints matched her pace.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might become possible if we didn't need to know where the road leads?
|
||||
|
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|
||||
% 2025.12.09-TheLedger
|
||||
\herosection{The Ledger}{chapters/2025.12.09-TheLedger/image/the-ledger.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Ledger}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropE.png}lpha kept a quiet ledger\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Elpha} kept a quiet ledger\\
|
||||
of everything that had gone wrong.
|
||||
|
||||
The bell that cracked in the frost year.\\
|
||||
@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ Her anger, immaculate.
|
||||
Each morning the broken bell rang\\
|
||||
from the high tower above the square.
|
||||
|
||||
Its tone was warped now — \\
|
||||
Its t was warped now — \\
|
||||
no longer round,\\
|
||||
no longer pure.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -124,9 +124,9 @@ The old bell was lowered with ceremony.\\
|
||||
The city collected metal.
|
||||
|
||||
People donated what they could spare — \\
|
||||
tools,\\
|
||||
fragments,\\
|
||||
ornaments without history.
|
||||
metal scraps,\\
|
||||
old tools,\\
|
||||
iron ornaments without history.
|
||||
|
||||
The foundry fires were stoked\\
|
||||
through the night.
|
||||
@ -172,16 +172,19 @@ maybe not.
|
||||
The city\\
|
||||
had not been waiting.
|
||||
|
||||
The broken bell\\
|
||||
had never been the wound.
|
||||
|
||||
Her listening\\
|
||||
had been.
|
||||
Elpha stood and just listened -- for once.
|
||||
|
||||
She searched the crowd\\
|
||||
for the Stranger,\\
|
||||
but he was gone.
|
||||
|
||||
That night\\
|
||||
she did not update her ledger.
|
||||
she opened her ledger.
|
||||
|
||||
She dipped her pen in the ink.
|
||||
|
||||
Then set down the pen and closed her journal.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might we hear if we just stopped and listened?
|
||||
|
||||
|
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|
||||
% 2025.12.16-CarryingTheDream\\
|
||||
\herosection{Carrying the Dream}{chapters/2025.12.16-CarryingTheDream/image/carrying-the-dream.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Carrying the Dream}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropN.png}o one in the valley \\
|
||||
\dropstart{No} one in the valley \\
|
||||
thought of Loram as a brave man.
|
||||
|
||||
He was careful.\\
|
||||
@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ and declined any work \\
|
||||
with even the faintest whiff of trouble.\\
|
||||
When the rains came early, \\
|
||||
his roof did not leak.\\
|
||||
When they came late, his stores held.\\
|
||||
When they came late, his repairs held.\\
|
||||
People trusted him precisely \\
|
||||
because he did not surprise them.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -108,6 +108,8 @@ He worked slowly, \\
|
||||
awkwardly, \\
|
||||
as if negotiating with something \\
|
||||
that had not yet decided to move.\\
|
||||
He dug a little from beneath it and tried again.\\
|
||||
And again.\\
|
||||
When the stone finally slid free, \\
|
||||
it settled lower down the slope with a dull, \\
|
||||
unremarkable thud.
|
||||
@ -153,7 +155,8 @@ no one had noticed leaning.\\
|
||||
A sick animal wandered into his yard one evening.\\
|
||||
Everyone said to drive it off.\\
|
||||
He didn't.\\
|
||||
He stayed with it until morning.
|
||||
He gave it food and water,\\
|
||||
and stayed with it until morning.
|
||||
|
||||
A child who had not spoken since her mother's death \\
|
||||
followed him for three days \\
|
||||
@ -170,16 +173,16 @@ Some said he had finally become who he always was.
|
||||
|
||||
Loram said nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
He was learning something \\
|
||||
the dream had not explained: \\
|
||||
that acting without guarantees \\
|
||||
rearranges the world \\
|
||||
in ways no plan ever could.\\
|
||||
That meaning, \\
|
||||
when it arrives, \\
|
||||
does so quietly — \\
|
||||
and never on schedule.
|
||||
|
||||
%He was learning something \\
|
||||
%the dream had not explained: \\
|
||||
%that acting without guarantees \\
|
||||
%rearranges the world \\
|
||||
%in ways no plan ever could.\\
|
||||
%That meaning, \\
|
||||
%when it arrives, \\
|
||||
%does so quietly — \\
|
||||
%and never on schedule.
|
||||
%
|
||||
That night, he dreamed again.
|
||||
|
||||
The quarry was empty.\\
|
||||
@ -190,8 +193,7 @@ The voice returned.
|
||||
|
||||
``I never knew what it was,'' Loram replied.
|
||||
|
||||
``Neither did I,'' the voice said. \\
|
||||
``That was never the point.''
|
||||
``Neither did I,'' the voice said.
|
||||
|
||||
When he woke, \\
|
||||
his arms did not ache.
|
||||
@ -200,3 +202,7 @@ Something else did: \\
|
||||
a gentle, \\
|
||||
permanent ache \\
|
||||
where certainty used to live.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might we carry if we didn't first need to understand it?
|
||||
|
||||
|
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|
||||
% 2025.12.23-TheBoneFlute\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Bone Flute}{chapters/2025.12.23-TheBoneFlute/image/the-bone-flute.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Bone Flute}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}he flute lay on the altar \\
|
||||
\dropstart{The} flute lay on the altar \\
|
||||
in the small chapel,\\
|
||||
where it had lain for a long time.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -23,9 +23,11 @@ He sat for a while.\\
|
||||
After some time, \\
|
||||
he picked up the flute.\\
|
||||
He noticed an inscription in an ancient script, \\
|
||||
worn almost smooth with age: \\
|
||||
``Something given.\\
|
||||
Something taken.''
|
||||
worn almost smooth with age:
|
||||
\begin{quote}
|
||||
Something given.\\
|
||||
Something taken.
|
||||
\end{quote}
|
||||
|
||||
``Curious,'' he thought, \\
|
||||
and played a single note.
|
||||
@ -167,10 +169,16 @@ Ronan.
|
||||
|
||||
One night he had come home late \\
|
||||
and found the house empty and blackened.\\
|
||||
His family perished.\\
|
||||
Lost, \\
|
||||
he now stood before the altar \\
|
||||
for a long time before lifting the flute.
|
||||
His family perished.
|
||||
|
||||
For several days Ronan continued setting four bowls on the table.\\
|
||||
Each time he would stand looking at them, \\
|
||||
then put three away.\\
|
||||
On the fourth morning, he left them where they were \\
|
||||
and went to the shrine.
|
||||
|
||||
He stood before the altar for a long time\\
|
||||
and then he lifted the flute.
|
||||
|
||||
He played.\\
|
||||
And he kept on playing.
|
||||
@ -183,3 +191,7 @@ and seen the words on the flute.
|
||||
The flute did not choose its keepers.
|
||||
|
||||
It just waited.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What changes when there is no longer anything we are unwilling to give?
|
||||
|
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|
||||
% 2025.12.24-TheMagesWheels\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Mage's Wheels}{chapters/2025.12.24-TheMagesWheels/image/the-mages-wheels.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Mage's Wheels}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}he mage built his wheels \\
|
||||
\dropstart{The} mage built his wheels \\
|
||||
in a narrow tower above the river.\\
|
||||
From the windows he could see the river \\
|
||||
threading past the stones, \\
|
||||
@ -164,22 +164,9 @@ The mage poured water \\
|
||||
and set two cups between them, \\
|
||||
without saying a word.
|
||||
|
||||
By the end of the week, \\
|
||||
people were spinning the wheels t\\
|
||||
he way they might touch a relic.\\
|
||||
Some laughed and spun again immediately.\\
|
||||
Some left and returned days later, \\
|
||||
to see what new pairing would meet them.
|
||||
Outside the window,\\
|
||||
the river went on.
|
||||
|
||||
The mage watched all of it, \\
|
||||
silently.\\
|
||||
There was nothing to say.
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
He moved the larger wheels to the basement.\\
|
||||
He did not destroy them.\\
|
||||
He simply stopped feeding a machine \\
|
||||
that grew hungrier the more it was fed.
|
||||
|
||||
The small wheels stayed by the window, \\
|
||||
ready for any hand \\
|
||||
that cared to spin them.
|
||||
What might we do with ourselves when we're no longer busy turning wheels?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
|
||||
version https://git-lfs.github.com/spec/v1
|
||||
oid sha256:93c48f3f7216522072e328df9d7b440ddd4c34d9669dd6f4cf67f4674d9c2e09
|
||||
size 9577324
|
||||
@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2025.12.30-TheMusicCritic\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Music Critic}{chapters/2025.12.30-TheMusicCritic/image/the-music-critic.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Music Critic}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropI.png}t was not a talent Lysa was born with.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{It} was not a talent Lysa was born with.\\
|
||||
It was acquired, \\
|
||||
the way one acquires a scar or a limp.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -139,7 +139,8 @@ afraid.
|
||||
Without quite deciding to, \\
|
||||
she stopped writing reviews.
|
||||
|
||||
Deadlines passed.\\
|
||||
She missed a deadline.\\
|
||||
Then another.\\
|
||||
The world did not end.
|
||||
|
||||
The street musician disappeared soon after, \\
|
||||
@ -153,3 +154,7 @@ slowly, \\
|
||||
leaving all the room in the world \\
|
||||
for what might arrive — \\
|
||||
or not.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
Can I make room for something without requiring it to show up?
|
||||
|
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|
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@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2026.01.14-TheBoyAtTheBellows\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Boy at the Bellows}{chapters/2026.01.14-TheBoyAtTheBellows/image/the-boy-at-the-bellows.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Boy at the Bellows}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}he knight had spent most of his life \\
|
||||
\dropstart{The} knight had spent most of his life \\
|
||||
searching for the Grail King.
|
||||
|
||||
Not recklessly.\\
|
||||
@ -91,3 +91,7 @@ For years afterward — \\
|
||||
long after his search was spent — \\
|
||||
he still found himself wondering \\
|
||||
about the boy at the bellows.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might we fail to recognize because we think we already know what we're looking for?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2026.01.21-TheySimplyLightTheWay\\
|
||||
\herosection{They Simply Light the Way}{chapters/2026.01.21-TheySimplyLightTheWay/image/they-simply-light-the-way.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{They Simply Light the Way}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropA.png}t dusk, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{At} dusk, \\
|
||||
the lamplighter made his usual rounds, \\
|
||||
touching flame to wick as the sun slipped away.\\
|
||||
By the time the fishermen returned in the evening, \\
|
||||
@ -42,19 +42,15 @@ The stranger worked nearby.
|
||||
not even looking up.
|
||||
|
||||
The stranger smiled. \\
|
||||
``Only if you think lamps are for seeing.''
|
||||
|
||||
Eli frowned. \\
|
||||
``That's exactly what they're for.''
|
||||
|
||||
``Nope,'' the stranger said. ``Lamps are for being seen.''
|
||||
``Probably,''\\
|
||||
and continued lighting the lamps.
|
||||
|
||||
Eli glanced around.\\
|
||||
The harbor was bright with morning.
|
||||
|
||||
``No one's seeing them,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
``Not yet,'' the stranger replied.
|
||||
``Probably not,'' said the stranger.
|
||||
|
||||
By afternoon, \\
|
||||
the storm arrived out of nowhere — \\
|
||||
@ -71,8 +67,7 @@ The lamps were burning.
|
||||
|
||||
Not bright.\\
|
||||
Not heroic.\\
|
||||
But steady.\\
|
||||
Each one a small act of defiance.
|
||||
But steady.
|
||||
|
||||
Through the fog, \\
|
||||
shapes emerged — \\
|
||||
@ -93,7 +88,9 @@ No one mentioned the daylight lamps.
|
||||
The next day, \\
|
||||
Eli didn't mend his net.\\
|
||||
He left it folded on the bench \\
|
||||
and walked the length of the harbor, \\
|
||||
looking for the one \\
|
||||
who had done the pointless \\
|
||||
but indispensable thing.
|
||||
and walked the length of the harbor. \\
|
||||
The stranger was gone.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might be worth tending even when it seems pointless?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,8 +1,8 @@
|
||||
|
||||
% 2026.01.27-TheWomanWhoHeardMore\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Woman Who Heard More}{chapters/2026.01.27-TheWomanWhoHeardMore/image/the-woman-who-heard-more.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Woman Who Heard More}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropO.png}ne morning, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{One} morning, \\
|
||||
Maribel's husband went to the well for water ---\\
|
||||
and did not come back.\\
|
||||
They found him dead on the path.\\
|
||||
@ -19,12 +19,9 @@ and Maribel heard \\
|
||||
the void of loss in her heart.
|
||||
|
||||
A cousin said, \\
|
||||
``It was necessary...'' \\
|
||||
``It was necessary\ldots'' \\
|
||||
and she heard the yearning — \\
|
||||
``If only…''
|
||||
|
||||
She was hearing what people meant, \\
|
||||
not what they said.
|
||||
``If only\ldots''
|
||||
|
||||
At first, \\
|
||||
she thought it was grief.\\
|
||||
@ -65,9 +62,9 @@ She made space for sentences to finish themselves.
|
||||
|
||||
It became known, \\
|
||||
in a small way, \\
|
||||
that if you did not want advice, \\
|
||||
that if you didn't want advice, \\
|
||||
you went to Maribel.\\
|
||||
If you did not want to be told \\
|
||||
If you didn't want to be told \\
|
||||
what you should feel, \\
|
||||
you went to Maribel.\\
|
||||
If you wanted to hear your own voice slowed down \\
|
||||
@ -85,7 +82,7 @@ after everyone left, \\
|
||||
she would just sit in the waning light \\
|
||||
with both hands palms down on the table, \\
|
||||
feeling as though something had been poured into her \\
|
||||
that had no container.
|
||||
that had no exit.
|
||||
|
||||
One afternoon, \\
|
||||
a young couple came.\\
|
||||
@ -148,23 +145,23 @@ Maribel did not argue.\\
|
||||
Her days became quieter.\\
|
||||
Her nights heavier.
|
||||
|
||||
Sometimes she wished she could go back \\
|
||||
to the old way of hearing, \\
|
||||
when a sentence was just a sentence, \\
|
||||
when ``fine'' meant fine.\\
|
||||
But she also knew she would never again \\
|
||||
trust a word that arrived without its shadow.
|
||||
Sometimes she wished she could go back\\
|
||||
to the old way of hearing,\\
|
||||
when a sentence was just a sentence,\\
|
||||
when ``fine'' just meant fine.
|
||||
|
||||
It was not that she could hear people better.\\
|
||||
It was that she could wait longer — \\
|
||||
wait for the second sentence inside the first, \\
|
||||
wait for the feeling searching for its own grammar.
|
||||
One evening,\\
|
||||
after the last visitor had gone,\\
|
||||
Maribel sat alone on the patio.
|
||||
|
||||
She remembered the young couple's faces \\
|
||||
and understood something without turning it into a rule:
|
||||
Across from her stood her husband's stool.
|
||||
|
||||
There are truths that heal by being spoken. \\
|
||||
And truths that heal by being held.
|
||||
She poured a second cup of tea.
|
||||
|
||||
Her house became known for neither. \\
|
||||
Instead, it became known for the pregnant space between.
|
||||
For a long time,\\
|
||||
she sat and said nothing \\
|
||||
in the waning light.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might we hear if we just listened?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2026.01.28-TheDinnerParty\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Dinner Party}{chapters/2026.01.28-TheDinnerParty/image/the-dinner-party.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Dinner Party}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropH.png}e took his seat where placed, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{He} took his seat where placed, \\
|
||||
between a middle-aged woman in a loose cardigan \\
|
||||
who smelled faintly of citrus, \\
|
||||
and a young man with a chicken neck \\
|
||||
@ -90,23 +90,16 @@ A bowl was offered.\\
|
||||
He took it and passed it on.
|
||||
|
||||
He felt a small ache, \\
|
||||
unexpected.\\
|
||||
Not to be like his present dinner companions, \\
|
||||
not to share their opinions or their certainties, \\
|
||||
but remembering what it was like — \\
|
||||
once upon a time — \\
|
||||
to be present without a mask.
|
||||
unexpected.
|
||||
|
||||
He did not resent them for what they had.
|
||||
|
||||
But he could feel what he had lost.\\
|
||||
And what was beyond his grasp now.
|
||||
|
||||
He also knew the cost of the table he remembered.\\
|
||||
It had been quieter.\\
|
||||
Easier to miss.\\
|
||||
What it had given him, \\
|
||||
he had not been able to keep.
|
||||
A bowl was offered.\\
|
||||
He took it and passed it on.
|
||||
|
||||
For a moment, \\
|
||||
he held both tables at once.
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What can we still give to others when they can't give to us in return?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,8 +1,8 @@
|
||||
|
||||
% 2026.02.03-TheWardenOfTheGate\\
|
||||
\herosection{The Warden at the Gate}{chapters/2026.02.03-TheWardenAtTheGate/image/the-warden-at-the-gate.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Warden at the Gate}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropA.png}t the start of summer,\\
|
||||
\dropstart{At} the start of summer,\\
|
||||
his daughter left through the east gate.
|
||||
|
||||
She had a small pack and a blue scarf.\\
|
||||
@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ Some spoke to him.\\
|
||||
Most did not.\\
|
||||
He did not mind.
|
||||
|
||||
One morning the guard did not come.\\
|
||||
One morning the gatekeeper did not come.\\
|
||||
The captain said, ``You are always here anyway.\\
|
||||
You're the new warden if you want.'' \\
|
||||
He took the keys.
|
||||
@ -46,8 +46,6 @@ He measured the day by who did not arrive.
|
||||
In time, he learned the traders.\\
|
||||
He learned the pilgrims.\\
|
||||
He learned their names.\\
|
||||
From their stories, \\
|
||||
he learned much of the world beyond the gate.\\
|
||||
When merchants argued over routes, \\
|
||||
they asked him.\\
|
||||
When a family wondered where to send their son, \\
|
||||
@ -77,16 +75,6 @@ The boy asked if people came back.
|
||||
|
||||
He said, ``Some do.''
|
||||
|
||||
%\medskip
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
%One evening as daylight diminished, a traveler asked \\
|
||||
%why he guarded the gate with such faithful devotion.
|
||||
|
||||
%He thought of the scarf.\\
|
||||
%He thought of the gate.\\
|
||||
%He thought of the road.\\
|
||||
%He thought of all those he now knew.
|
||||
|
||||
%Finally he answered,\\
|
||||
%``For me, at this gateway, love left — \\
|
||||
%and found me again.''
|
||||
What else can arrive while we're waiting?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2026.02.11-TheCinderSweeper
|
||||
\herosection{The Cinder Sweeper}{chapters/2026.02.11-TheCinderSweeper/image/the-cinder-sweeper.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Cinder Sweeper}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropI.png}n the lower quarter of the city,\\
|
||||
\dropstart{In} the lower quarter of the city,\\
|
||||
where ash drifted like gray snow,\\
|
||||
stood the Hall of Glassblowers.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -160,19 +160,8 @@ The city felt narrower than before.
|
||||
|
||||
She missed, \\
|
||||
unexpectedly,\\
|
||||
the simplicity of being small.
|
||||
|
||||
Now she lived\\
|
||||
with the knowledge\\
|
||||
that there was a depth in her\\
|
||||
she could neither name nor command.
|
||||
|
||||
She did not know\\
|
||||
whether it would open again.
|
||||
|
||||
She only knew\\
|
||||
she could not return\\
|
||||
to the shape she had been.
|
||||
the simplicity of being small\\
|
||||
and unnoticed.
|
||||
|
||||
In the days that followed,\\
|
||||
she noticed other things.
|
||||
@ -205,11 +194,6 @@ and watched\\
|
||||
the low, \\
|
||||
patient burn of the fire.
|
||||
|
||||
Not a craft denied her.\\
|
||||
Not a skill withheld.
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
But a threshold.
|
||||
|
||||
And she did not know\\
|
||||
whether she stood before it — \\
|
||||
or lived within it.
|
||||
What do we do when we discover we're larger than the life we've been living?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
|
||||
% 2026.02.16-Devotion\\
|
||||
\herosection{Devotion}{chapters/2026.02.16-Devotion/image/devotion.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Devotion}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropO.png}ne morning they found her on the cathedral steps, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{One} morning they found her on the cathedral steps, \\
|
||||
wrapped in a coarse gray blanket, \\
|
||||
staring at everything \\
|
||||
as though the world had just begun.
|
||||
@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ flared cold at winter dawn, \\
|
||||
and which ones bloomed softly \\
|
||||
when the days lengthened again.\\
|
||||
The building did not require speech.\\
|
||||
It received her whole in welcoming silence.
|
||||
It simply welcomed her.
|
||||
|
||||
Anne watched.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -140,10 +140,6 @@ when a beam of sunlight caught the rising dust.\\
|
||||
The motes turned slowly in the air, \\
|
||||
suspended in depths she could not measure.
|
||||
|
||||
She could not name what she felt.\\
|
||||
It was simply what happened \\
|
||||
when she gave herself completely to what was before her.
|
||||
|
||||
When Anne died, \\
|
||||
Devotion stood near the back \\
|
||||
while prayers were spoken and chants were sung.\\
|
||||
@ -192,8 +188,10 @@ she cleared what remained.
|
||||
At last, \\
|
||||
even the foundation stones were removed.
|
||||
|
||||
For the first time in her life, \\
|
||||
there was nothing left to tend.
|
||||
For the first time in her life,\\
|
||||
there was nothing to tend.
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
She came at dusk.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -209,5 +207,11 @@ warm from her skin — \\
|
||||
and let her hand fall.
|
||||
|
||||
Then she turned \\
|
||||
and walked quietly out the gate, \\
|
||||
stars gleaming in the night.
|
||||
and walked quietly out the gate.
|
||||
|
||||
The road before her \\
|
||||
disappeared into the starlight.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might still be waiting for us beyond the life we have?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{Stone and Light}{chapters/2026.02.24-StoneAndLight/image/stone-and-light.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Stone and Light}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropE.png}lias had given thirty years to building the cathedral — so far.
|
||||
\dropstart{Elias} had given thirty years to building the cathedral — so far.
|
||||
|
||||
In the beginning they had called him young.\\
|
||||
Then promising.\\
|
||||
@ -54,9 +54,7 @@ He never saw her again.
|
||||
Elias returned to the scaffolds the next day.\\
|
||||
And the day after that.
|
||||
|
||||
Inwardly, a question tormented him:
|
||||
|
||||
Was she right? Had he chosen stone instead of her?
|
||||
``Was she right? Had he chosen stone instead of her?''
|
||||
|
||||
Years folded.\\
|
||||
The cathedral climbed.
|
||||
@ -122,24 +120,6 @@ Maybe she was one of them.''
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
At the apprentice's project, \\
|
||||
the troubled vault loomed overhead.\\
|
||||
From the ground, \\
|
||||
it seemed to sag slightly at the crown.\\
|
||||
The young master insisted the measures were exact.\\
|
||||
``I'm sure they are,'' said Elias.\\
|
||||
He climbed the scaffold \\
|
||||
and stepped onto a narrow gallery above the nave.\\
|
||||
From there, it was obvious.\\
|
||||
He gestured for the apprentice to join him.
|
||||
From that higher place the fault revealed itself — \\
|
||||
a supporting rib set slightly out of line.\\
|
||||
``The arch wasn't wrong,'' the apprentice said.\\
|
||||
``No,'' Elias replied. \\
|
||||
``You were just standing in the wrong place to see it.''
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
|
||||
When he returned to his own cathedral, \\
|
||||
he went back to the south portal.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -171,3 +151,7 @@ He closed his hand around his medallion, \\
|
||||
thinking of her.
|
||||
|
||||
Then he moved on to the next stone.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What awaits a slight change in perspective so we can see it for the first time?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
|
||||
version https://git-lfs.github.com/spec/v1
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||||
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|
||||
size 14376796
|
||||
@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{The Sage}{chapters/2026.03.03-TheSage/image/the-sage.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Sage}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropD.png}areth stitched the word on after midnight.
|
||||
\dropstart{Dareth} stitched the word on after midnight.
|
||||
|
||||
SAGE.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -175,7 +175,7 @@ he had begun to inhabit.
|
||||
|
||||
He swallowed.
|
||||
|
||||
``I do not know why this happened,'' he said.
|
||||
``I don't know why this happened,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
A murmur passed through the crowd.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -192,19 +192,27 @@ Dareth found the stranger again.
|
||||
|
||||
``I wanted Wisdom to explain my brother's suffering,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
``And if it did?'' the stranger asked gently. \\
|
||||
``Would it change anything?''
|
||||
``And did it?''
|
||||
|
||||
He had no answer.
|
||||
Dareth looked out at the water.
|
||||
|
||||
``Wisdom,'' the stranger said, \\
|
||||
``is not the key to some hidden mechanism.\\
|
||||
It is the courage to remain faithful \\
|
||||
when the mechanism does not reveal itself.''
|
||||
``No.''
|
||||
|
||||
The stranger nodded gently.
|
||||
|
||||
``Then what did I pay Wisdom's price for?''
|
||||
|
||||
The stranger gazed far across the water.
|
||||
|
||||
``I don't know.'
|
||||
|
||||
At dawn the stranger was gone.
|
||||
|
||||
Dareth took his coat and cut the word free, \\
|
||||
stitch by stitch.\\
|
||||
Then he folded it carefully \\
|
||||
Then, with a sigh, he folded it carefully \\
|
||||
and placed it in a drawer.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What are we finally able to understand when we can say ``I don't know''?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
|
||||
version https://git-lfs.github.com/spec/v1
|
||||
oid sha256:ae97362ec5007de980c421991f6750035c9444da8916913665d229b14256e9e6
|
||||
size 14708724
|
||||
@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{Three Offenses}{chapters/2026.03.04-ThreeOffenses/image/three-offenses.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{Three Offenses}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropC.png}arven had not spoken to Halric in years.
|
||||
\dropstart{Carven} had not spoken to Halric in years.
|
||||
|
||||
The quarrel had begun with timber and coin — \\
|
||||
some small matter of a trade\\
|
||||
@ -127,4 +127,8 @@ not angrily, not triumphantly, \\
|
||||
simply with a kind of puzzled patience.
|
||||
|
||||
``Honestly,'' he said with a shrug,\\
|
||||
I wasn't thinking of you at all.''
|
||||
``I wasn't thinking of you at all.''
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
How much of what we see isn't there?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
|
||||
version https://git-lfs.github.com/spec/v1
|
||||
oid sha256:0abc398f52435ce6f89415684bb20e7b6998afef4f51cfb2a77ed455dcdde773
|
||||
size 15245466
|
||||
@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{The Mason and the Tower}{chapters/2026.03.24-TheMasonAndTheTower/image/the-mason-and-the-tower.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Mason and the Tower}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT}he tower stood at the center of the city.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{The} tower stood at the center of the city.\\
|
||||
The steward met him at the base.
|
||||
|
||||
``The king is pleased with it,'' the steward said. \\
|
||||
@ -223,3 +223,7 @@ But I do not trust it.''
|
||||
He took up his tools.
|
||||
|
||||
``Show me,'' he said.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might depend on our leaving one small seam uncovered?
|
||||
|
Before Width: | Height: | Size: 935 KiB |
@ -1,3 +0,0 @@
|
||||
version https://git-lfs.github.com/spec/v1
|
||||
oid sha256:e08a13c0643a99d53d6af58d01d4626dd75b81df892bb87be8ff915b0ccd6253
|
||||
size 20887902
|
||||
@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{The Forgotten Lamp}{chapters/2026.04.07-TheForgottenLamp/image/the-forgotten-lamp.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Forgotten Lamp}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropH.png}e had, \\
|
||||
\dropstart{Tavian} had, \\
|
||||
by his own quiet estimation, \\
|
||||
everything in order.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -167,21 +167,16 @@ He felt no rush of certainty.\\
|
||||
No revelation.\\
|
||||
No triumphant collapse into belief.\\
|
||||
Only the quiet failure of all the explanations \\
|
||||
he had been so eager to produce — \\
|
||||
and beneath that, \\
|
||||
something older and less comfortable: \\
|
||||
the recognition that the world did not, \\
|
||||
in fact, \\
|
||||
feel any need to conform to his understanding.
|
||||
he had been so eager to produce.
|
||||
|
||||
He approached slowly.\\
|
||||
He reached toward the glass — \\
|
||||
then stopped.
|
||||
|
||||
There was nothing left to test.\\
|
||||
Nothing to expose.\\
|
||||
Nothing to correct.
|
||||
|
||||
%There was nothing left to test.\\
|
||||
%Nothing to expose.\\
|
||||
%Nothing to correct.
|
||||
%
|
||||
He let his hand fall.
|
||||
|
||||
The first gray light of morning \\
|
||||
@ -194,4 +189,8 @@ Nothing had changed.
|
||||
|
||||
Only the light.
|
||||
|
||||
For the first time in years, he knelt.
|
||||
For the first time in years, Tavian knelt.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
hat might we encounter when we no longer need to explain everything?
|
||||
|
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|
Before Width: | Height: | Size: 619 KiB |
@ -1,6 +1,6 @@
|
||||
\herosection{The Hive}{chapters/2026.04.21-TheHive/image/the-hive.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Hive}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropS.png}he had kept bees for her whole life.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{She} had kept bees for her whole life.\\
|
||||
Alone.
|
||||
|
||||
She moved through the apiary each morning \\
|
||||
@ -100,7 +100,7 @@ She set the frame back without speaking.
|
||||
That evening she sat in the waning light.\\
|
||||
She had been struggling more and more to see.
|
||||
|
||||
The work no longer belonged to either of them.\\
|
||||
Perhaps the work no longer belonged to either of them.\\
|
||||
``More like shared,'' she thought — \\
|
||||
``like a hive.''
|
||||
|
||||
@ -146,3 +146,7 @@ Something sounds off with this one,'' she said.
|
||||
Good man, she thought.
|
||||
|
||||
The hive hummed.
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
What might grow while we're busy doing something else?
|
||||
|
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@ -1,8 +1,8 @@
|
||||
\herosection{The Books of Torin}{chapters/2026.05.16-TheBooksOfTorin/image/the-books-of-torin.jpg}
|
||||
\herosection{The Books of Torin}
|
||||
|
||||
\newcommand{\storyhead}[1][0.5\textwidth]{\begin{figure}[h]\centering\includegraphics[width=#1]{art/17a.eps}\end{figure}}
|
||||
|
||||
\DROPCAP{../../dropcap_c/dropT.png}orin had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Torin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
When the moment came, \\
|
||||
the words arrived in the wrong order anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ He picked it up and began reading:
|
||||
\storyhead
|
||||
\subsection*{The Book of Torin II}
|
||||
\subsubsection*{Chapter 1}
|
||||
\lettrine[lraise=0.0]{T}{orin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Torin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
When the moment came, \\
|
||||
the words arrived in the wrong order anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -162,7 +162,7 @@ He picked it up and began reading:
|
||||
\storyhead
|
||||
\subsection*{The Book of Torin III}
|
||||
\subsubsection*{Chapter 1}
|
||||
\lettrine[lraise=0.0]{T}{orin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Torin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
When the moment came, \\
|
||||
the words arrived in the wrong order anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
@ -248,7 +248,11 @@ He picked it up and began reading:
|
||||
\storyhead
|
||||
\subsection*{The Book of Torin IV}
|
||||
\subsubsection*{Chapter 1}
|
||||
\lettrine[lraise=0.0]{T}{orin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
\dropstart{Torin} had rehearsed it for weeks.\\
|
||||
When the moment came, \\
|
||||
the words arrived in the wrong order anyway \ldots{}
|
||||
|
||||
\reflectionshead
|
||||
|
||||
How many futures might be waiting inside a moment
|
||||
we have already decided means only one thing?
|
||||
|
||||
|
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@ -6,21 +6,21 @@ And the Quest was never just a story.
|
||||
|
||||
It is what happens to a person who keeps walking —\\
|
||||
who discovers, somewhere along the way,\\
|
||||
that the path itself has become the destination,\\
|
||||
and that the walking has changed them.
|
||||
while searching for their Grail,\\
|
||||
that the walking has changed them.
|
||||
|
||||
These stories are not the same as the ones before.\\
|
||||
Not because the Grail has moved,
|
||||
\\but because I have.\\
|
||||
These stories are not the same as those before.\\
|
||||
Not because the Grail has moved,\\
|
||||
but because \textit{I} have.\\
|
||||
|
||||
I have learned to sit longer with the darkness\\
|
||||
I have learned to sit longer with the shadows\\
|
||||
before reaching for the lamp.\\
|
||||
I have learned that the most human moments\\
|
||||
are not only the triumphant ones —\\
|
||||
but also those where greatness and fragility\\
|
||||
inhabit the same breath,\\
|
||||
the same gesture, \\
|
||||
the same quietly breaking heart.
|
||||
may not be the triumphant ones —\\
|
||||
but those where greatness and fragility\\
|
||||
inhabit the same breath,\\
|
||||
the same gesture --- \\
|
||||
the dignity of a breaking heart.
|
||||
|
||||
The stories in this collection \\
|
||||
are not about teaching lessons.\\
|
||||
@ -33,20 +33,20 @@ luminous and lost —\\
|
||||
and they do not look away.
|
||||
|
||||
Because that is what the Grail demands of us, finally:\\
|
||||
not answers, but the courage to keep looking.\\
|
||||
The courage to keep asking the Question.\\
|
||||
not answers, but the courage to keep seeking.\\
|
||||
The courage to keep asking the Quest-ion.\\
|
||||
If the first volume was an invitation to begin,\\
|
||||
this one is a companion for continuing —\\
|
||||
for those who have already felt \\
|
||||
the ache and have chosen,\\
|
||||
for those who have already felt the ache,\\
|
||||
and have chosen,\\
|
||||
despite everything,\\
|
||||
to keep walking.
|
||||
|
||||
The Journey is not shorter than we hoped.\\
|
||||
The Quest is not shorter than we hoped.\\
|
||||
It is longer,\\
|
||||
and stranger,\\
|
||||
and more beautiful.
|
||||
|
||||
So let us continue...
|
||||
So let us continue\ldots
|
||||
|
||||
— William Zeitler
|
||||
|
||||
@ -1,29 +0,0 @@
|
||||
#!/bin/bash
|
||||
|
||||
SRC="/mnt/l/GrailHeart/opus"
|
||||
|
||||
# Loop through all items in the current directory
|
||||
for item in *; do
|
||||
# Check if the item is a directory
|
||||
if [ -d "$item" ]; then
|
||||
|
||||
if [ ! -d $SRC/$item ];
|
||||
then
|
||||
echo "No such source folder as $SRC/$item"
|
||||
continue
|
||||
fi
|
||||
|
||||
# Create the local destination folder if it doesn't exist
|
||||
mkdir -p "$item/image"
|
||||
|
||||
# Copy only newer jpgs, quoting paths to handle spaces safely
|
||||
cp -uv "$SRC/$item/image/"*.jpg "$item/image/" 2>/dev/null
|
||||
|
||||
if [ -f "$SRC/$item/*.png" ];
|
||||
then
|
||||
ls $SRC/$item/*.png
|
||||
fi
|
||||
fi
|
||||
done
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
BIN
2026.05-SGH-02/latex/frontmatter/Compass-Simplified-BW.png
Normal file
|
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@ -10,7 +10,7 @@
|
||||
\textit{\huge ⸭ Volume 2 ⸭}
|
||||
|
||||
\vspace{3.0em}
|
||||
\includegraphics[width=0.3\textwidth]{frontmatter/Compass-Simplified.png}
|
||||
\includegraphics[width=0.3\textwidth]{frontmatter/Compass-Simplified-BW.png}
|
||||
|
||||
%\vfill
|
||||
\vspace{4.0em}
|
||||
|
||||
10
2026.05-SGH-02/latex/make.sh
Normal file
@ -0,0 +1,10 @@
|
||||
#!/bin/bash
|
||||
set -e
|
||||
|
||||
rm -f main.aux main.idx main.ilg main.ind main.ind main.log main.pdf main.toc $DEPOT/main.pdf
|
||||
|
||||
pdflatex main
|
||||
makeindex main
|
||||
pdflatex main
|
||||
pdflatex main
|
||||
cp main.pdf "$DEPOT/main-$(date +%Y.%m.%d-%H%M).pdf"
|
||||
17
2026.05-SGH-02/latex/review.tex
Normal file
@ -0,0 +1,17 @@
|
||||
\clearpage
|
||||
\thispagestyle{empty}
|
||||
\vspace*{\fill}
|
||||
\begin{center}
|
||||
{\Large Did this book meet you somewhere?}
|
||||
|
||||
\medskip
|
||||
{\large If it did, a review helps the next reader \\
|
||||
find their way here too.}
|
||||
|
||||
\vspace{2em}
|
||||
\includegraphics[width=1.1in]{../art/prayers101_qr.pdf}
|
||||
|
||||
\vspace{1em}
|
||||
{\small zechariahpress.com/reviews/PrayersForDailyLife}
|
||||
\end{center}
|
||||
\vspace*{\fill}
|
||||
@ -147,7 +147,7 @@ No permission is required for its use.
|
||||
|
||||
\noindent Published by Zechariah Press
|
||||
|
||||
\noindent ISBN: 000-0-000000-00-0 % TODO: replace with the assigned ISBN before publication
|
||||
\noindent ISBN: 9798173357083
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\noindent First Edition
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% METANOIA
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\ifdefiningfootnotes
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\DeclareFixedFootnote{\fnMetanoia}{
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Usually translated 'repentance'/'repent', which has the sense of regretting what you've been doing,
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with the intention of doing something different.
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METANOIA,however, is about a complete change ('META') in your mind ('NOUS'),
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where doing things the old way is no longer even thinkable.
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}
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Usually translated repentance'/repent.' These English words have acquired a specifically religious sense of regretting one's sins and resolving to behave differently.
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The Greek METANOIA (noun) and METANOEŌ (verb) have a broader range: a change of mind, reconsideration, or a change in one's way of thinking or purpose. In the New Testament the change often concerns one's conduct and relationship to God, so `repent' is not necessarily a wrong translation. But it can make the Greek sound more specifically penitential than the word itself requires.
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I have used New-Mind'/be new-minding' to preserve the idea of a changed mind while avoiding some of the religious freight carried by the English word repent.' This is an intentionally unusual rendering, not an attempt to claim that New-Mind' is a literal one-to-one equivalent of METANOIA.}
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\else
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\begin{glossarytext}
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\section{Man}
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Usually translated 'repentance'/'repent', which has the sense of regretting what you've been doing,
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with the intention of doing something different.
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METANOIA,however, is about a complete change ('META') in your mind ('NOUS'),
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where doing things the old way is no longer even thinkable.
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\end{glossarytext}
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Usually translated repentance'/repent.' These English words have acquired a specifically religious sense of regretting one's sins and resolving to behave differently.
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The Greek METANOIA (noun) and METANOEŌ (verb) have a broader range: a change of mind, reconsideration, or a change in one's way of thinking or purpose. In the New Testament the change often concerns one's conduct and relationship to God, so `repent' is not necessarily a wrong translation. But it can make the Greek sound more specifically penitential than the word itself requires.
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I have used New-Mind'/be new-minding' to preserve the idea of a changed mind while avoiding some of the religious freight carried by the English word repent.' This is an intentionally unusual rendering, not an attempt to claim that New-Mind' is a literal one-to-one equivalent of METANOIA.\end{glossarytext}
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\fi
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