That's fine, under the punky soft outside there is a heart of gold....
Went to the graduation ceremony tonight for my youngest child, and amidst the clamour and cacophony the last wild notes of wild voices rang, like Roland's horn. Along the way there and back, a city of camps lined the streets, the empty lots and condemned residential properties. I have never seen so many homeless people. The Land of The Free. Sigh. I am glad of the effort my children apply to their future, and wish them the best. My work here as a model of social adeptness has run it's course, and soon it will be time to go beyond the pale and relinquish my influence, follow the darma and become Shamana..... I am close now.
A few more days and I will have to return to the mountain top, my home in the hardwood forests of anonymity, where I am only known by my given title by the indigenous people of the Ozarks. There I will rest until needed again. I know when the call comes, and it is time, I will again come forth and call upon the magic of the Great Tapestry, and play the threads.
Perhaps Merlin was right, that looney romantic. The time of Men is now, and there is little room for magic. Religions are becoming a science, and science a philosophy. Grace is all but lost, found occasionally in small pockets of humanity, yet still flourishing in nature. He eventually returned to the wilds, as I must.
The Oracle will only say soon.............
Tomorrow holds a good day of digging. The weekend, I will lead a half dozen folks to the Deschutes river and teach them to fish it. Tuesday I will meet with my father, the old wizard needs to tell me something, or so he says. He traveled far to see me here, so I will concede.