Greetings.
I am old and tired but still alive. I have fought many years. Won some, lost some. Yes, my kit is tatty, dented and knicked here and there. My coat is torn. But I have a sharpening stone that I use every evening.
I know the enemy of Man and it is not woman. She is as tired as I am and I see many of her in my train along with a lot of good men. She suffers with us.
We face an army of women and men who have been disfigured by lies and envies and promises of power over the good. Promises made by a Power against Good.
The sun is setting on a golden age in the west and regeneration is needed but a cold night has fallen upon us. Tomorrow will bring a new day but it will only be a hope-filled day if we work throughout the dark hours. Our fire will light up the darkness.
Falsehood lurks in darkness. We can inadvertently embrace it. We can easily mistake who our enemies are in the gloom and inadvertently draw our own weapons upon ourselves. We need the light of truth and purity to see our way.
Politics and beaurocracy are the enemy's chosen arenas. Lawyers, academics, psycho-babels, judges, public serfs, public officials feed like carrion on the bodies of the dead that litter the battlefield that society has become.
This board needs fools. Pure fools. In their childlike view there is questioning and wonder and forgiveness. We need to call the wise to impart insight, strategy and tactic. . The hard fighting men for their passion. The keepers of the sacredness of the human spirit.
Me, I am a knackered old knight. I was Parzival of yesterday but I failed to ask the right question. I do what my old bones graciously permit me these days and continue to try to earn the right to have my name written on the Grail's base. I seek the Queenless King that we all serve. Allow me some room to sit with you all awhile.
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