We become the story we tell ourselves
The meaning of life can be a lofty thought. To say that one can find it; trivial. To say, not worth exploring; arrogant.
But life does have meaning, as long as life has hope.
But sometimes the meaning is distant, it’s not always obvious, evident or even imaginable. Sometimes light and hope seem out of reach.
They may be far. They may be out of reach, out of sight. But They are always there.
You may ask me, “How do you know?”
I know because I’ve seen The Great Meaning, The Great Hope.
I’ve seen The Meaning. Through a vision, through a dream. Though not lucid, every bit was real.
I’ve felt the need to convey this Meaning through epics. Through fables. Through parables, if you will.
So that the sons of Spada, can have something to live by, a story to tell, a life to build.
So I’ll start there. A Fable. A Message. A Voyage to the Deep.
This is the story of Spada.
The Hero of the new world and the old.
The Slayer of The Gar-gath. The Keeper of the Realms. The Golden One.