He oversaw the whole landscape before him, it was a huge symphony of lights conducted by the sun, shadows were dancing to its tempo and animals seek shelter among them. The wind was cool, the sky was broad and clear.
He sat down gazing life with all splendor, shifting moods rapidly, joy, sorrow, anger all were there. And deep inside him he started to realize that every emotion is made of everyone else, joy is anger as strength, is sorrow as reflection. Joy is life for all of them. Realizing this, he cherished them all as equals, neither rejecting nor summoning them. And Bliss showered over him, as he realized the truth of his heart and therein the truth of the world.
Everything was quiet, peaceful, just a gust of wind whistling trough the trees. A great oak sheltered him, his sword and sleep. My eyelids are lead, but my mouth is quicksilver, so he smiled and snored.
Far from there someone was watching with his piercing eyes, and casted a greater shadow that nigh upon him.
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