Grey clad mystery: Life is an ocean

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Life is an ocean

Life is an ocean of mystery most of us are too afraid to venture upon willingly in all its profound vastness. Some are drowned in the shallows of selfishness. Others seek to wrest its power through force of will and find they are forced off course by storms unbidden. Some, paralized by fear refuse to hoist sail and never discover the joy of the journey. But to dive into the mystery and to sail the uncharted waters, if only to trust the maker of storms, is an adventure I count the most magnificent, boundless and significant in all of life's unknowns.

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Gandalf the Grey

But the last-comer was named among the elves Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, for he dwelt in no place, and gathered to himself neither wealth nor followers, but ever went to and fro in the Westlands ... befriending all folk in times of need. Warm and eager was his spirit for he was the Enemy of Sauron, opposing the fire that devours and wastes with the fire that kindles, and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy, and his swift wrath, were veiled in garments grey as ash, so that only those that knew him well glimpsed the flame that was within. Merry he could be, and kindly to the young and simple, and yet quick at times to sharp speech and the rebuking of folly; but he was not proud, and sought neither power nor praise, and thus far and wide he was beloved among all those that were not themselves proud. Mostly he journeyed unwearyingly on foot, leaning on a staff; and so he was called among Men of the North Gandalf, 'Elf of the Wand'.