Old Father

  The Eldest sat quietly under the outstretched limbs of the equally ancient tree.  He did not move.  Nothing moved, indeed there was hardly a breath of air moving in the small courtyard deep within the Sanctorium.  Dappled light shifted slowly at the edges of the shadow cast by the tree, but the old man took no notice.  He sat deep in the cool the shade, in the courtyard surrounded by thick stone walls, his eyes closed in what appeared to be some kind of trance or meditation.
  The calm stillness of the courtyard behind him, Achronius was now far away, tracing a strand, the end of which someone was trying very hard to keep him from finding... but he was the Eldest, and he was patient.
  For many hours now he had followed the shining thread in his mind like a hound on a blood trail.  This one would not get away... and when he came to the end... best not to think about that now.  He continued to trace the shifting strand unmoved by clever feints and poorly wrought illusions.
  "Bah... schoolboy foolishness..." thought Achronius to himself.  He bantered with himself, postulating that he had likely invented many of these very tactics...  yet here they were executed with such carelessness... or... lack of skill?  Neither made sense, but it made little difference.  They were but slight annoyances to him.
  The art of this strand was not in the attempts at misdirection or other minor pitfalls, though they would certainly work on lesser minds.  The real effort had been put into the shear length of the strand, and the intricacy of the path it followed.  Rarely had he seen so many connections maintained in one thread.   "And when I get to the end...", he thought, and hurried onward.

And So It Begins

Prodded overmuch by well meaning friends... I have, at last, succumb to the world of the blog.

My meandering thoughts are not intended to be of any particular use or interest to anyone... In fact, this being a public resource, I can guarantee you that none of the really good crazy will be found here. If, however, you do find a crumb amidst the ramblings, enjoy.


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