path

Path – A word so loaded I’m not quite sure what to do with it. Joseph Campbell and The Early November sipping victory tea on a wooden coffee table. It is large and round and made of oak and mahogany. The lighting is warm. Dirt roads. Sir Gawain and The Green Knight. Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. They each took a path through the forest that was their own and not yet claimed, for it would have been non-chivalrous to adventure forth on a path someone else had already set, already created. We are all on our own path. We must make our own way. There will be triumph, and despair, and helpers. There will be distance covered and many suns and moons traversed. We can do big things, accomplish big things. Barefoot on the dirt, softly following forth. Like an old Alabama road in the early morning hours of summer. When in the dark, you could imagine that the dirt is moon dust and this is not Earth anymore, Toto. The holoship. Star Trek: Insurrection. Mild encompassing everlasting tribute. The films that will not be forgotten. A Greek naval vessel. Spartans and Athenians. I have so much yet to learn. There is so much yet to be covered. Port Authority Transit Hub.

Author: Roe

29. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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