Sometimes I wish I was ignorant, so I could have friends.
I value ðe truþ more ðan I value min life, but it leaves me wið broken ends, in ðe hairs on my head.
I get depressed wið min loneliness as deeply as ðe prospect of living in an increasingly stupid society depresses me, and I sometimes wish min seolf dead.
But ðen I remember what I have chosen to live for, ðe pursuit of learning, and min heart is resurrected by min yearning.
Bury My Heart in Verden
What kind of man, can murder 4,500 captives,
Only because ðey weren't Christian?
What kind of man, can murder innocent men, women and children,
Only because ðey weren't Christian?
What kind of man, spends þirty years on a campaign, to convert an entire nation of Saxons by þreat of deaþ,
Only because ðey were Heaðen?
Bury My Heart in Verden.
My Friend Petey S. D.
Dark voices float forth from my mind,
Bidding me leave my World behind,
And as the shadows shrink tight right around me,
Constricting and constraining my mind and body,
My mind is muddied and murked by memories screaming the voices of my past.
Fast and ferociously, fierce demons approach me,
And ravenously ravage and rip apart my heart and soul,
And screaming and teaming with pain, slain in my very nerves, it serves me not well to yell for help from Hell, left lying unwhole,
Because no one hears me screaming when I'm alone in the darkness surrounding me,
Except one old friend of mine, whose initials are P. T. S. D.
Inner Caverns of the Soul
Ya know, I think, I'm outgrowing cybersex. I think it's because I feel a greater and greater emptiness, and cybersex doesn't fill it anymore. Plus, I think I'd rather use my imagination for research. I have multiple empty spaces inside myself, and doing research seems to fill just one of them, which is better than nothing.
The problem with being a person with depth, is that when you're unfulfilled, there are caverns, not mere holes, and they are so much deeper.
If a man is beaten by a woman, traditionally his fellow men will view him as weak. Thus, if a man fears women becoming strong or powerful, it can only be because he knows himself to be weaker than them, and he does not wish his weakness to be exposed. This is why it is important for boys to be taught that women and men possess an equal capacity for power.
Baelmus the Warrior
Long ago, there was a terrible forest fire raging, and many animals and plants perished. But the mouse kept running, even though the mouse could not run faster than the fire. The mouse ran from one tree to another, asking them for protection.
First the mouse ran to the bigleaf maple tree, and cried out for help and protection, but the big leaf maple said, "I can't survive this fire." Then the mouse ran to the red cedar, and the red cedar also said, "I can't survive this fire." The mouse went to many different trees, but he kept getting the same answer. Finally he went to the douglas fir tree and said, "Help! Help! Can you protect me from this terrible forest fire?" "Yes I can," answered the douglas fir. "Climb inside the scales of my cones." So the mouse climbed inside the scales of the douglas fir cones, and many other mice did the same. The fire passed them by, and they survived. This is why the douglas fir cones have tails emerging from beneath their scales.
That mouse's name is Baelmus, and after that fire left, Baelmus emerged from the douglas fir cone and saw how the fire had destroyed all the other trees, and many other plants and animals that could not find protection. So he decided, in return for the protection Father Cedar had given him through the douglas fir, he would become a warrior to protect others, and therefore share the protection he was gifted with. So he made a deal with the spirit of the douglas fir, and Father Cedar, that if they would make him powerful and immune to any great heat or fire, he would use it to protect others. When this happened, he was transformed into a man wearing wooden plated armor.
Baelmus has been seen by a few people over many centuries. He appears as a tall, brown-skinned, very hairy man, clad in leather, barefoot, with wooden armor on his body. His hair is short, and his eyes glow red like flames. His nails are sharp claws, and his teeth are jagged and ferocious. He moves quick, and is able to scurry about like a mouse, even with armor on. He can climb faster than a monkey, and he bears a flaming tomahawk that can create lightning. With his tomahawk he can either extinguish the greatest flames, or create them, with a single blow. He blends in perfectly with the trees, but every once in a while, he may for whatever reasons allow people a brief glimpe of his protective presence.
I’m a rambler, I keep no home,
I come from beyond the trees and the great blue dome.
To come to understand mankind, and gain wisdom,
I come ramblin’ about this here animal kingdom.
I put on my cowboy hat and trench coat, and hop on my motorcycle, named Slipper,
And sling about my back my rifle, that I humorously named Gunner.
I ride about, from saloon to saloon and city to city,
Seeking wisdom in the form of the Mead of Poetry,
Though, as long as the bartenders treat me nice,
A bottle of whiskey shall suffice.