Whetstone
A dull blade, its only companion
Have you not yet seen the consequence of your weakness? How long before you begin the process of eradicating this frail form of yours? Who among you has chosen the more abrasive path? Who among you walks the smoothest? I wonder if they know the value of that choice. It remains to be seen.
The path has many inhabitants simultaneously walking upon it to their own finish line. The way is far from standard, however. There are dips and drops embedded into its body. There are cracks and crevices, a gaping hole which devour the unsuspecting. There are characters along the way that exist to dissuade the most adamant of travelers from what is good for them.
Who among you can say that the blade you carry to vanquish your foes is kept in good shape. Many would be quick to preach the pristine nature of their blade, but I know what they do not know. Fear not friend, for the cloth from which I am cut was not a stingy one. Now listen close. Heed the truth of the whetstone.
In battle, a dulled blade is as final as a judge’s sentence. A warrior must always keep a sharp weapon. A whetstone along the length of the blade creates an effective weapon. But why? Friction. The sole purpose of the whetstone is to voluntarily introduce strife to the blade so that it may adapt and overcome, leaving behind a honed blade where there was once a dulled edge. Know that this life is to you what was is to the knight. Introduce strife now while you still have a choice, because one day you might not. Be ready
I love you.
