Stainedglasses

The colored sunlight that poured from the stainedglassed windows of my empty and cold confinement was enough for me. I found happiness just watching what the light could do when refracted in the world. We were vessels for that refraction. Reflecting the light was something admirable, but it was in its refraction that beauty could be truly found and the light could be fully understood. The philosophy of the light was no dogmatic religion nor a fundamentalist cult, but a path of understandment and discovery. I was on that path. When I finally decided to leave the abbey and join the holy army, I was determined to understand and experience the refraction of light in my life and in everyone around me. What I was to understand, was that the beauty of refraction could also hide the true aspects of the light. Just as its reflection could blind you... I learned that stainedglasses can deceive you. Just as we can be lying, even though we are telling the truth.

Knowing unknowing

It was a dreadful night, when I understood that I couldn't just live my days studying the wisdom held in the books of the ancients. Human, Dwarven or Elvish, they all missed something. The harsh truth that, though knowledge can be found in books, it cannot be attained by reading them. The damp libraries of the abbey could no longer hold my desire to experience knowledge and not just be aware of it. I had to be on the top of the hill and not just listen to what the dead oaks were telling me. I was in the middle of a millenar crowd that never knew, but spent its life glimpsing at reflections from what the highgrounded skeletal heroes of the past showed. They knew nothing. I knew as much.