DC
Chapter 3: I sat, cooling, in the shade of the tree. He stood, shrouded, in the shade of the tree. I asked him questions; answers he softly returned. I stopped, though, when he told this to me: "Stop, listen, let me tell this to you. I, like you, have sought for what's true. I have seen things die, and rise again from the ashes. But, I learned, every man's given his due. I saw / though / - - #|The sky's not always so blue|# I asked him what he meant and he said: "The sky though now blue will someday turn red, When the sky weeps blood, the dead cease to rot." He whispered to me, " ..You cannot live again unless you have bled. " I asked him, "Where have you been?" He replied, "To a dark grendel's den. I have travelled freely for as long as you have known boundaries. I thought I could face all evil -- but dark and grim I recieved a wound - - a cut across the hand. I cursed god, thinking him to blame. As the infection slowly worked its way into my body, like a fire it cleansed my body. My mind, as yours. Cleansed. Clear. I am as you. as god. I died cursing and exalting the name of god. As one. I am here now, risen." -as he talked, I realised that where his cloak had been red it was now a brilliant white. he continued, "In my hand, I hold a knife. /With this, your doubts will cease. Now tell me, what good will come of all this strife when all you have experienced is life? Realise, now, that nothing exists but perfection. True, but You are half blind, and see nothing outside - - Trust me, and you will see again. Trust in me, and you will see not that your eyes are imperfect, ..but that they do not exist." Holding out a crimson cup, filled with whitest milk, the wanderer with flickering tongue spoke: "drink of this, blood of my blood, and ye shall surely not die,then your eyes will be opened. Ye shall be as god, with the knowledge of good and evil."