I lived a life without once, lost within the chasms of my thoughts and
instincts.
Lightly walking the desert paths, lost amidst the desert mirages.
I thought I was home, thought I was happy, I thought many things in
those days.

Now I am stand amidst partial sands of aquired strength.
I see what looks to be mirage but is infact whole and concrete.
I think I am home now, I know I am happy, I know many thing in these
days

I strive to be more then I was before, hellbent past survival, urged
past excellence, I seek perfection I am sure to never gain.
With those beside me, you ever present faith and steady arm,
enlightenned by faith guided by will, I move on from my former days.

I live a life now, lost within the day to day comings and goings of
life.
Learning, teaching, meeting,
Loving.

So I find myself lost amdist the many faces of Aetherius, seeking the
one that holds my gaze long enough to steal my breath. Instict,
survival, while still close at hand, are farthest from my mind.

Yes, I lived a life without once.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Halitus, in the year 454 AD.