The map

by SD Master

He carried a map, a clock and a ball of knotted green yarn. He could find any place he wanted, yet he was lost. Far sighted, yet the trees blocked his view. Born into a family that was not his own, abandoned because he was not like everyone else. The rumors told of him, though untrue, became more concrete with each telling. Driven from his village, spells cast, rocks thrown, indignity piled upon unfounded truths, he was turned out to wander and remember in solitude. His only solace were his dreams, the half tasted remembrances, thoughts, shades and shadows consciously inserted into his mind by the group that controlled his actions and his life. The animals he encountered, not unlike many of his detractors, were kinder to him than the villagers he had grown up amongst.

The map he held was blank, only a dot showed him where he was. The clock allowed him to know how long he had walked and the knotted green yarn allowed him to discern the distance he had travelled. Reaching for the collar of his shirt, he found the pen that he habitually had clipped there. He could now update the map.

From Quotes, Quips and Whimsical Conundrums by SD Master.

SD Master is a mystic who writes poetry.

Hermetic Library Zine the Map 9apr2023

Consider also:

  1. Phasmatis
  2. The Ox
  3. “What the man in the street means by Atheist is the militant Atheist, Bradlaugh or Foote; and it is a singular characteristic of the Odium Theologicum that, instead of arguing soberly concerning the proposition, which those worthies put forward, they always try to drag the red herring of morality across the track. Of all the stupid lies that men have ever invented, nothing is much sillier than the lie that one who does not believe in God must be equally a disbeliever in morality. As a matter of fact, in a country which pretends so hard to appear theistic as England, it requires the most astounding moral courage, a positive galaxy of virtues, for a man to stand up and say that he does not believe in God; as Dr. Wace historically remarked, ‘it ought to be unpleasant for a man to say that he does not believe in Jesus’; and my dislike to Atheism is principally founded on the fact that so many of its exponents are always boring me about ethics. Some priceless idiot, who, I hope, will finish in the British Museum, remarked in a free-thinking paper the other day, that they need not trouble to pull down the churches, ‘because they will always be so useful for sane and serious discussion of important ethical problems.’ Personally, I would rather go back to the times when the preacher preached by the hour-glass.”
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  5. The end is best considered Before Beginning