Outside the Kindergarten (455,675)
"Gardener of the Mind"
John Wolf is an odd cross of hunter, guardian of light, and Zen philosopher. He may be older than he looks and has some magical expertise. His presence next to the creepy Kindergarten with his loyal black wolf is a small oasis of safety for those new to the Savage Coast. He is friend and partner to Jack Boone, and both are determined to protect whatever is good in the world from whatever is coming.
Boone and I, we go way back. We may disagree on many things – often and vehemently – but we do agree on what’s important. We share a common goal. As long as there’s darkness, we will carry the torch. Here, everywhere.
Nothing will grow if the seed be not sown. I see us as gardeners of the mind. We instill hope where we can, the will to fight where possible, the spirit to persevere where necessary.
How did we end up here? This is where it all begins. There are places worse off, more dangerous, darker – but it begins here, it begins now. Where it all leads, I don’t know, neither does Boone. We’re going to see it through, wherever it takes us.
Human Life is like the dew of the morning. The body of man is like a flicker of lightning, existing only to return to nothingness. But that doesn’t mean we won’t take up arms when that infinite darkness comes to claim us. It’s not the sun that threatens the dew of mankind, or electricity coursing through the clouds. Hm. It’s something unnatural. Something old and angry, and bitter. And it has no place here.
Before I learned the mysteries of this world, I saw mountains as mountains, oceans as oceans, and earth as earth. When I began to gain knowledge, I came to the point where I saw that mountains are not mountains, oceans are not oceans, and earth is not earth. But now that I have got its very substance, I’m at rest. Once again I see mountains as mountains, oceans as oceans, earth as earth.
The secret world is truly not. It’s the world in front of us, above and beneath us, no more secret than the sun and the moon in the sky.
Of course, there are places and things concealed to most. I lived once in a place I cannot return to. Can’t find again. I’ve searched everywhere, but it’s lost to me. Many masters have told me that I’ll only find it once I stop searching for it, but how can I? That’s like asking a man blinded to stop looking for the sun. It’s impossible.
I believe it has nothing to do with me searching for it or not. When Miracle wants me back, it will have me back, not before then. So I keep searching, and one day, maybe, that place will reveal itself to me once again.
I'm afraid of what it might do to me, of what it might make me do to all of you.
Don't go hunting lions with pea shooters. Know your prey.