Multitude
Saturday, September 30th, 2006So many things have happened in the past three or four days. Here are a few words to describe what happened.
Typhoon.
Flood.
5 stages of despair.
Death.
Sacrifice.
My friend was badly hurt.. bad stuff happened. I was sleeping over and he decided to forge a sword. The work in itself helped him. As he worked the metal, his pain seemed to subside. It never really went away but the very act of forging was therapeutic.. The way he worked the metal… the heat, the smell. It was filled with passion.
I had worked with metal before but if I had worked with brass or copper, he was working with pure steel. It was pretty intense and I felt sad and strangely honored at the same time.
His act of working with metal totally blew my mind. I had never imagined it would be like that. It was like living out one of those "reader experiences" in reader’s digest.
The work in itself was filled with the pain that he recently experienced. I would normally have wanted to watch but it just wasn’t right. I listened to him working with the metal, just hammering away and creating away. And so I fell into a dreamless slumber.
If you ever read this man, I really love you and care for you… Fare the well my brother..





