Eulogy for Lime
When Phaeton took the reigns of his father's chariot, he couldn't comprehend fully the monumental task before him. Not only did he fail in guiding the terrible steeds of Helios across the vault of heaven, which lead directly to his death, he failed in reigning in his passions that lead him to his father in the first place.
Like Phaeton, we humans each have the ambitious task of guiding the resplendent chariot of our souls through life's journey. The force and impetus driving on our souls are two horses: one, a calm white, and the other, irascible black. They are our two passions. The doscile one is responsible for our good actions, the love we feel for our family and friends, feelings of empathy for those in need, and all the other forces and drives that have us doing right. The irascible one is our appitites, our desires, our bitterness and hate. The two horses are constantly bickering amongst themselves, always trying to pull in different directions. As the charioteer, we must do our best to control these horses, because should one gain complete control, balance is lost, and our doom is soon to follow. But sadly, there are situations too when the charioteer can do nothing at all but hold on for dear life.
When I learned that Lime, first among bloggers, had slipped from this mortal coil, even far from Legend as I am, I still felt loss and still do. The living always do.
I didn't know Lime as well as I could have, but what I saw, I liked. I knew her as a loveable gypsy, full of questions, interests, and desires. At times she could be blissfully happy, at others...not so much. I recall one conversation with the vibrant gypsy. We were at the Royal Stag. It was crowded that day and under the glower of Richard we ended up sharing a table. She was in a funk, and she talked of Zillah. He was her passion. Even then, when she first met him, she made her choice. I can't say for sure why, but I may know why it is that it was nearly impossible to leave once that choice had been made.
When both steeds of the soul stop pulling in different directions and then focus on one goal, not much on earth can change their movement.
My deepest condolences goes out to Lime's family, the gypsy caravan she belonged to, her sister Kizzie, the Eidolon Party, and Zillah Grey.
Like Phaeton, we humans each have the ambitious task of guiding the resplendent chariot of our souls through life's journey. The force and impetus driving on our souls are two horses: one, a calm white, and the other, irascible black. They are our two passions. The doscile one is responsible for our good actions, the love we feel for our family and friends, feelings of empathy for those in need, and all the other forces and drives that have us doing right. The irascible one is our appitites, our desires, our bitterness and hate. The two horses are constantly bickering amongst themselves, always trying to pull in different directions. As the charioteer, we must do our best to control these horses, because should one gain complete control, balance is lost, and our doom is soon to follow. But sadly, there are situations too when the charioteer can do nothing at all but hold on for dear life.
When I learned that Lime, first among bloggers, had slipped from this mortal coil, even far from Legend as I am, I still felt loss and still do. The living always do.
I didn't know Lime as well as I could have, but what I saw, I liked. I knew her as a loveable gypsy, full of questions, interests, and desires. At times she could be blissfully happy, at others...not so much. I recall one conversation with the vibrant gypsy. We were at the Royal Stag. It was crowded that day and under the glower of Richard we ended up sharing a table. She was in a funk, and she talked of Zillah. He was her passion. Even then, when she first met him, she made her choice. I can't say for sure why, but I may know why it is that it was nearly impossible to leave once that choice had been made.
When both steeds of the soul stop pulling in different directions and then focus on one goal, not much on earth can change their movement.
My deepest condolences goes out to Lime's family, the gypsy caravan she belonged to, her sister Kizzie, the Eidolon Party, and Zillah Grey.
*sneer* Who?
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Zillah |
1:45 PM