The pyre of Raphael, The rise of the Zen...

"I have gone from the pyre of denethor, to the ashes flowing in time, from which shall rise The Zen.....this is my tao....this is my destiny....."- occasionaly Raphael, majorly The Zen

There comes a time in the life of everyone, where a major upheaval or change completely shifts your view of the world. This change is almost like viewing another spectrum, like a blue or red shift on the doppler, like the rose tinted glasses on your nose have been replaced by a murkier brown, enough similies....like black and white has had more grey shoved into it.....(well maybe just one more for old times sake)

The carefree wanderings and trust fostered over years, beautiful relationships wrought in gold, love given unabated, attention showered magnificently...that was the birth of Raphael. The will of fire passed down from the elders of a sublime tradition, then we became the inheritors of that will, to be passed on to the next generation, till we became the ethers and the elders of the hallowed halls, joined finally into the memories of nobody and to our destinies in that brief moment of time. Storms came and went, we withstood. Fires raged and waned, we bore. Winds howled and whispered but we were resolute. That was what characterised the life of raphael.

But time is the only God and his only doctrine, "change is mandatory, acceptance is voluntary."

Thrust into a new world, where the rules of nature are different, up is down, right is left, people are sweet and you're always stabbed in the back. There are rebels, there are conformists and some that just don't give a fuck, the common theme be that all are on their own, left to the petty devices of the crowd good is bad and change is warped. Thrust into this world is Raphael, lost like a little puppy, upset at the slightest slight, elated at the merest comfort. But the elders come to his rescue, the memories of nobody guide him through the chain of his misery, finally through the acid, he emerges, his will of fire intact, his body of water ready for all paths, the bends and the rapids, ready to be calm like the river or to unleash his fury in an overwhelming torrent.

From the ashes of raphael has risen the Zen Master, and with a mysterious smile on his lips he says only words 3
"We shall see"