1. Behold, the path of the wise-man!

The keeper of peace and the

bringer of chaos. The voice of the truth and the master of blades.
The father of rivers and the mother of the forest. The angel of
music and the sibling of hell.
2. 'Tis the noblest of endeavors, the pursuit of wisdom; for everyone
to seek it, but none to claim it. Whoever dares to say that they are
wise-men, they shall seek the path, but not set it forth.
3. So come to me, children of the world, and you shall be given the
choice; for choice is the wise-man’s crown.
4. And none shall never see the wise-man and bring forth questions
of them. But if none shall see them, then who shall be them? And
if none shall be them, then why shall one speak of them? This, my
child, is the path of the wise-man.

5. Is it not a ridiculous thought, that of a wise-man? A one-man army,

the architect of the future and ultimately the absolute judge of
balance in our world? The godlike manifestation of words and
deeds, never to be seen, but always to be looked for; is it not a
ridiculous thought?
6. How can one be taught to be something they can’t be? And how
should one repay the bodily world with the un-bodily treasures of
the path to wisdom? 'Tis the path of the wise-man.
7. Ye the lucky ones are not among us. To meet the wise-man and to
be the wise-man, is it not the same? To question the fall of man
from grace and the beauty of the glass-tower. 'Tis the path of the
wise-man.

These are the first 7 verses that our teachers taught us since we were
too young to remember. “To be the wise-man is to seek the wise-
man”, but what else could be more ridiculous? When the shadow
grabs you by the foot in the forest, should that not be your demise?
When one is lost in the forest, and the sky is darkened by the clouds,
what is then the path?
Perhaps the shadow and the dream are one and the same, and the
inner layer of the wise-man’s crown.
Or perhaps it can’t be known, which I’d be able to be contend with, I
believe. Maybe it’s not for me to know, to understand, yet it seems to
me that other people might, which sometimes bothers me. Perhaps it’s
because the control they have over our life could translate into the
knowledge they have about it, which in turn could mean that
knowledge is power, and it indeed resembles it, but can’t be it. How
so? Because power is not always gained. Because my friend is the
most powerful being, I’ve ever met, yet she’s dumb as a horse – well,
actually, her horse is smarter than her. That’s why perhaps it says in
the wise-men book that:
1. Ye aren’t the sons and daughters of your mothers, but the sons
and daughters of the sky, and of the earth, and your fathers are
of the wise-men beneath.
Do I know what to say to those who are not on the same side of the
truth with me? Well, one way to figure that out is to actually do
what you can to open and keep the door open to the other side.