My Natassa is in manner and substance different to everyone else’s. Different for and to me. Unseen as I see her.
I call her Nat.
Nat is my friend.
A friend is a masterpiece of nature.
People will meet and see her and thrust a long list of qualities; and those are of value without question. I know her.
I know her to be.. most overwhelmingly, simply,( luckily, thankfully,) human.
Of all the souls she has encountered in her travels;
of all the mystic, eye filling, soul completing, beauty that she has reached and has known and has gracefully
added substance to;
of all the prayers she may have uttered, spoken within the most unimaginably true and touching moments a
person may ever hope to traverse through;
of all the human connection she may have added to this desperately, imperfectly wanting world, and does
she, oh does she oh so effortlessly;
she defines.. a human existence – a human train of thought. The human condition.
I see her as such. And I can’t help but admire this truth as my friend, is, just is, next to me whenever I see her.
Nat must travel. It is her nature. It’s as important as the air one breathes. Or water to quench a thirst. Focu ca si consuma.
The world. The world is one. It’s our world. It’s the best and worst of all that there is, of all that exists.
Nat is one with the world.
I wish her no end of this.
As anything else would be a waste of material.
Her motives. No. I will not say. Her feelings. The hope she carries.
Only that they push her to heal. To excel. To better herself and everything other, everyone else. To create and
augment meaning to life. For people. For herself. For us all. For the undiscovered country. For the future.
And to paladin away evil. A ready sword. A black and white weapon of principled virtue. One that knows no
tolerance to approximation. She’ll use it to do good. And no harm.
There exist some that have come as war gods before their father. seeking magic and weapons. to eliminate the
monsters of the world;
Knowing full well all terrible toll, this has been my hope for her (as has been for myself) – a path she continuously
remains true to.
Of my friend, I can only say this:
Nat wields the sword. She will bring and bear and use it as she travels this world.
And she will never stop. Never concede. Never give in.
She’ll continue to travel and hand out hope.
A defiant glimmer for a future not so dimmed for mankind.
I know this.
I know because I, wield the magic.
You have my thoughts little one 🙂 -Ioannis