LANCELOT, A FREE MAN
Lancelot was a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and completely unknown to his otherwise bright, intelligent self, was actually looking for one safe place in a very dangerous world.
Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot continued on The Path remaining true to his quest for Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying every sign of life and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey, until…
Lancelot discovered Camelot.
It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.
Thinking this to be the repository for the truth he sought and inspired by the Love that he was discovering, Camelot appeared to Lancelot to be the goal which had been his for so very long.
“Yes”, said Lancelot “I want this”.
His acceptance however was an error of judgment. Yes, Camelot offered Knowledge and Camelot offered Love, but in order to be experienced, these Gifts Of The Present needed to be shared. He could remain in Camelot and share Love and absorb the Knowledge but this would be the end of his search. And such was his Revelation.
Camelot was a timeless worm hole which with every step forward revealed only sameness. Accustomed to enjoying the changes of The Path Lancelot’s Gift of the Present was devoid of stimuli; Lancelot needed change.
Camelot’s Present was no Gift. Lancelot was beginning to understand that the path he had taken which brought him to Camelot in the first place, need not stop at Camelot or at any other place; the Path was indeed where he needed to be and so Lancelot blinked three times and pressed forward.
Lancelot was once again a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and somewhat more aware now, this reasonably intelligent man on the Path was no longer seeking one safe place in a dangerous world.
Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot re-embarked on his lifelong path of Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying everything and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey.
Lancelot was a free man.