I am standing at the edge of a forest. I have been through labyrinths of forests to reach this one. I've only heard tales of this particular forest.
In the words of the Old French text of The Quest of the Holy Grail, if he [knight/hero] wants to succeed, he must enter the forest "at the point that he, himself, had chosen, where it was darkest and there was no path."
The myth of the Holy Grail was a watershed in the spiritual development of the West. It turned the crusading ethos on its head. Instead of marching to their adventure in the huge, massed armies of the Crusades, the Grail knights embarked on a solitary quest, riding into the forest alone. The destination of the Grail knights is not the earthly city of Jerusalem but the heavenly city of Saras, which has no place in this world... - Karen Armstrong, The Spiral Staircase
I am evading the call. How else can I reconcile this immense procrastination? I know I am being tentative. Hesitating at the edge of the forest. I can no longer go back to where I've come from. And I won't go forward into the unknown. I know not what dragons and ogres await. I am in limbo.
I also sense all this forest asks is that I lay my weapons down and stop fighting myself. It may even be an invitation to play.
I am suspicious all the more.
If I had nothing to resist who would I be?
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