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	About LordIgnoble I like to control men. I am looking for someone that could make a good slave or pet in the next year or so. Job won't allow me to keep someone at the moment, but I will be finishing my assignment 8 months to a year. If you are interested you may message me.

Blessed Alban Eilir

Preparing for the festival of fire and light. This year I am honored to assume the role of Cernunnos for the telling. The Antlers from the buck we offered for Samhain are being used for my prosopon. I am excited and nervous. It is no small task to assume the role of a god. Still I move forward. I know what I must do, and so it shall be done.

Magnificent night at the opera. A wonderful production of Carmen. Excellent soprano.

Almost a year has passed, but it feels like a century. So much death and suffering. So much loss. My path forward seems clearer than ever before, but wear it is leading me has never been more of a mystery. More importantly it has never been harder to imagine someone walking that path with me. I use to believe that I was capable of being content in solitude because it was a necessary part my existence. Now I wonder if it is just necessary to enable my existence.

"If something as simple as a heavy bottom antiquark bound with a strange quark can reverse its identity three million times a second, how do we expect something as complex as the human mind to simply remain unchanged?" The fundamental necessity of purpose and direction is really kicking my ass. I think I am beginning to understand why most people don't think too hard about the nature of their existence. It is exceedingly frustrating. It seems that the smallest alteration to intention has cataclysmic repercussions on all that comes after. Perhaps it would be better just to let the waves push me instead of trying to ride them.

Things have been going very well with my young friend, but I need to play hard. An old piece of mine is coming by soon, and I will indulge this night.

Chaos reigns in my mind. Once again epiphany has brought destruction in its wake. As each barrier from ability falls the number of new possibilities seems to expand at what appears at first observation to be an exponential rate, and I am left sorting, choosing, and deciding how to handle these new paths that have presented themselves. It is becoming more and more apparent that this path I have chosen, has one inevitable conclusion. The only question that remains is whether I shall stay in the "real world" regulating myself to speculation, or if I shall cast off into the vast expanse seeking truth until the weight of it crushes me. Once more I think of Odysseus sitting in Ithaca lamenting the loss of the excitement of adventure, the exultation of victory, and even the altruism of loss. Where does greatness lie? Is it in the heart of a hero, or in that of a caring parent? Is there a deference? What must one do to have purpose, or does purpose lie on the path that seeks it?

As it stands the tide that seeks to wash me away reaches only my knees, but it is already pulling the sand from beneath my feet. I can not presume to know what the future holds, but what I can see right now frightens me. I fear that I know my purpose, and that it will be my undoing.

Finally done with my meetings for today. Getting ready to take my young friend out for a night on the town.

A young man came to see me today. He is the younger sibling of an old friend of mine. While we were in high school this young man was in elementary. He has apparently just graduated high school himself. Now completely ignoring how the revelation of this much time passing makes me feel. I am overwhelmed by the effect this time has had on him. He is quite stunning. A profile and physique worthy of Achilles himself, and then to learn that the simple act of aiding the child in a few small spats of familial combat, aka I held his big brother down so that he could attack him, I have garnered the attention of a stunning man. He brought me a book. A rather wonderful illustrated edition of Frankenstein, in which he wrote a small inion. I asked him out for a drink, and he has ageed. Now I find myself of two minds. The first is alive with excitement, overjoyed at my own good fortune. The second can't help but think, I was already in a fight not two days ago, and I still have minor wounds from said fight. Do I really want to risk another so soon, and with a friend no less over the affection of his brother.

Yes most assuredly I do.

No specious splendour of this stone ???Endears it to my memory ever; With lustre?only once?it shone, ??? And blushes modest as the giver.

Some, who can sneer at friendship?s ties, ??? Have, for my weakness, oft reprov?d me; Yet still the simple gift I prize, ??? For I am sure, the giver lov?d me.

He offer?d it with downcast look, ??? As?fearful?that I might refuse it; I told him, when the gift I took, ??? My?only fear?should be, to lose it.

This pledge attentively I view?d, ??? And?sparkling?as I held it near, Methought one drop the stone bedew?d, ??? And, ever since,?I?ve lov?d a tear.

Still, to adorn his humble youth, ??? Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield; But he, who seeks the flowers of truth, ??? Must quit the garden, for the field.

?Tis not the plant uprear?d in sloth, ??? Which beauty shews, and sheds perfume; The flowers, which yield the most of both, ??? In Nature?s wild luxuriance bloom.

Had Fortune aided Nature?s care, ??? For once forgetting to be blind, His?would have been an ample share, ??? If well proportioned to his mind.

But had the Goddess clearly seen, ??? His form had fix?d her fickle breast; Her countless?hoards would?his?have been, ??? And none remain?d to give the rest.

Well a whole lot of water, five stitches, and some herbal assistance, and I am starting to feel vaguely human again.

So much fun to fight after a few drinks. Sucks so much the next day.

The hunt was a resounding success. We managed to conquer a mighty beast by dusk, with only three men in the hunting party. We drank and told stories as the preparations were made. The feast was grand and the drink was abundant. The women and children slept well. My brothers and I celebrated those lost to us and all that is to come. I fell asleep beneath the stars and dreamt of happiness. The sun rose proudly in the morning. If what lies ahead is half what was left behind then there is much for which to be thankful.

I love the beach in winter. The grey sky it's so much more soothing than the glaring sunlight. That with steady crashing of waves is quite cathartic. The boy I picked this afternoon is amusing, but skittish. That is of course the problem with most random bitches.

Been thinking about Matty a lot too. It would be nice to have that again, but I imagine the airlines don't allow men in cages to be stored with the luggage. So for now at least I will just have to settle for regular bitches. Unfortunately the sun is finally burning off this wonderful cloud cover. So my moment of solitude has passed.

p.s. learned last night if I ever get blood on white silk just pretend it wasn't white.

I have found myself thinking of the poem "Ulysses" by Tennyson a lot lately. I am constantly questioning, second guessing the nature of this new beginning. This path chosen with the understanding that there is no turning back, and that I am in essence deciding whether it is the abruptness of failure or the monotony of convention that I fear more. As of yet I am stuck at a seemingly unassailable conclusion. If I seek to take a risk in hopes of becoming more than I am and then fail, the monotony of convention will be there to greet me. On the other hand, if I do not take the chance, then I will experience neither the exhilaration of possibility, nor the pain of failure. So the only logical choice is to leap so that the experience is not denied me.

'T is not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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