by Cados » 05/04/2012 2:43 AM
Seeing the raptor smile and introduce himself was at least some semblance of normality in this insanity of a day. He made a good point, though. The monks were extremely accommodating, he could attest to that after his almost 3 month stay after his mountain hike. He had found a glacier while crossing the mountains, and instead of trekking over it by foot, he had decided to toboggan on his stomach. He assumed that since he was so good at swimming, he would probably be alright at that too. Halfway down, however, he realized just how cold the ice was and by the time he had reached the bottom he had been close to hypothermia. He had found the monastery soon after this and they had nursed him back to health, after which he thanked them profusely and then set out again. The temple really was amazing, he would like to see it again, and prepare a little more for the next outing. Perhaps all these new people he met would like to come with him on his journey, but he would find that out later. "That sounds like a great idea, Edgar. I'm Cados," he said with a smile, and then continued, "The temple would probably be a good place to rest and recuperate, and they could take a look at this bump. Hopefully I'm not seriously injured." Reaching up, he gingerly touched the place the rock had hit him, and pulling his hand away, saw blood and felt intense pain. He would leave that alone for now. He was just about to set off when he realized he had no idea where they had come from. There were many tunnels going in different ways, any of them could lead to the monastery. He decided that their best bet would be to search the tunnels and take the first cavern that would get them to the surface. Scanning the walls of the tunnel very carefully, he set off to find some sunlight glinting in the gloom.
knowledge is both a prison, and the key
To know much is to be enlightened by the understanding of the universe, but is also toknow the limitations and utter randomness of our daily lives, something we take for granted too much of the time.
It is the realization of this knowledge that imprisons us, but the realization that life is too good to worry about that frees us. The prison, and the key.