The End

(in a dream)
And with a knife stroke my world was split asunder. Every rule, every principle, every belief that supported my view of the world torn apart as if the past 10 years did not exist. With blood pumping fast and red i knew I had failed. What was I left with after I had lost the summation of my self? Yet as the world grew dark I felt almost free, that for all my technique and skill and sweat I had poured into the sword, it brought me to a just end. For don`t all swordsmen yearn for that, to find the right place at the right time?

-And I woke to write the following:
I met the man who was going to kill me and I had to kill him. This brought a clarity of sight into play. False pretenses were no longer needed. In the time we had it was possible to be completely honest with ourselves. We exchanged knives to do the job. I watched a beautiful sunset and told a friend thanks. He confessed to his dad his infidelity. I saw the true relationship of two friends, girls. The important fact was we had decided to kill each other and this made everything clear.

-and after coffee and thinking:
The kind of dream to change my life. I met a man who if not my better, my equal. We both recognized it would be nothing less than death. But because one only finds an equal in life so rarely it was as if all human rules and customs and truths that are built up around life dropped away. We gave each other that short time of clarity free from judgement, knowing that one of us would be cut down. While I felt good and he felt evil, in the light of that time we were neither. Just two connected by that principle and purpose we had strived our whole lives for, training every day towards perfection. Hoping beyond hope to find that perfection in an opponent, where win or lose it is the expression of the culmination of life.