Like, if you canāt stand the heat get out of the kitchen.....right?
SOrry itās been so long since my last post. Things in the burb arenāt any better than they used to be.Ā
Sometimes when I find my thoughts starting to get away from me i think about this story or fable or whatever about the Soldier and the Witch:
The Soldier And The Witch
Upon one fair day a Soldier was walking along the road. He was walking and didnāt know which road he was on, but that happens a lot when youāre just a Soldier and there is only one road. And thereās a War. And youāre a Soldier. You can be a Soldier and only have one road to walk on only because there is a War and thatās the one road. Too bad about your headache. Just too bad.
There were no trees for days and days, so the Soldier had to walk in the hot sun. It didnāt matter to him. The Soldier was fighting in a War, and sometimes that meant you had to walk in the hot sun. War was hot, and that meant you had to walk a lot, and walking a lot meant you had to be hot most of the time even if you had a headache. There were no trees for days and days, and that meant that he was walking in the sun. And he was always walking in the sun, because you can be a Soldier but if there is a War you have a hard time walking on a hot road with a headache. So goes being a Soldier in a WarĀ
Ā The Soldier watched his shadow marching along with him.Ā āIf only I was walking in the shade of my own shadow,ā he thought to himself, but immediately thought what a silly thought to think. War doesnāt have shadows and nor does this road because I am a Soldier. No matter how hard my head hurts, itās going to be hot, and there is only one road.
One day the Soldier saw a tree farther down the road. It was a far far far ways away, but it was definitely a tree. Not a tree like how you and I think of a tree when we look out of our window or see a vase of flowers and can imagine a tree, but a tree made of wood and lines that scribbled a tree shape up and down and across the road. It was very far away, but the Soldier knew it would be nice to walk by a tree in a few days. The sun was still very hot, and his head hurt so much. But such is War if youāre a Soldier and the road is long and the sun is hot.
In a few days the Soldier reached the tree, and the shade of the tree made very cool. Itās one thing to be a Soldier that blocks out the sun, itās another thing to be walking in the shadow of something that blocks out the sun. Once in the shadow of the tree the Soldier felt so cool and so restful. There was nothing else to do but lay down his sword a lie down for a while. One never really has a new headache, anyway. Itās always the same headache that comes back again and again. Besides, the road ahead was still so far away and so long and hot because of the sun and there was still a War. The War and the sun arenāt going anywhere.
He slept, and he slept, and he slept. The sun and the War felt farther and farther away, under the shade of the tree. Sleep is easy when youāre not walking along a road under the hot sun, especially when youāre a Soldier and there is a War. Sleep came to him as hot as the sun. A hot sleep, but much like walking in the shade.
āYouāre a find of trap sing how song lots of you might bring.ā said the Witch.
A sword might have been useful.
āWhat?ā said the Soldier.
āCanāt bring a find for this if how you can maybe a song like trip?ā said the Witch.
A sword would really have been useful, waking up like this.
āWhat?ā said the Soldier.
āGet a fine front of up in there get a back for this up.ā said the Witch.
A sword would have been great to have right now, but the Soldier couldnāt find his or remember if there was one he brought or who had it.
āA tree up and the go get hers him is theirs they are is our is a tinder box down and upā said the Witch, using the Soldierās sword to point a the top of the dry tree.
āWhat?ā said the Soldier.
āGet a tinder take the box and give it he is to her here to she is right there is might tinder box of here her is get it to me.ā said the Witch, gesturing with the Soldierās sword at the knot in the tree which was just wide enough to fit a manās shoulders through.
āWhat?ā said the Soldier.
āNothing if to take the see liver, good, gold good go older, a dawn dog of doubt of see sliver go over old gold to dawn dog the tinder box.ā said the Witch.
Not knowing if he was still dreaming or whether or not he wanted to be awake, the Soldier pressed his hands and feet against the ground. Then he pressed his head again the tree. Then he pressed his hands against the tree and his feet against the ground. Then he pressed his head against his back and his hands against the tree and his feet against the the tree. It was a lot like walking along the road, because there was the sun and the sun was hot. He did this again and again, pressing here on a limb, pulling there on the ground, pressing his head again his back until he was at the knot.Ā
Dark and cool air was pressing back at him from the knot, and that was a nice shade to be in.
āA tender boxā said the Soldier, not pressing against anything.
āWhat?ā said the Witch.
Which bitch witch she hitch the switch would good gold wood good slivers under fingers slivers and sliver silver slither tinder box of silver knocks and he cuts her head off. The witchās head I mean. He cuts her head off. The Soldier found his sword. He has gold and silver and the thing and is backing off the tree but the road is still there and so is the Sun so itās still so Hot and heās still a Soldier and thereās still a War.
So nice to walk in the shade.
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