Mjollnir in times of peace suspended from a wall, does neither please master nor feasting-hall. Endavours and quests, Reality veil But hearts fulfill, masquerading as keys like Percival's Holy Grail, or my great grandfather's Golden Fleece. To be divine we must cease and Time as enemy decry like Heracleitus of Ancient Greece our existence we must deny. A Church of one. with sermons of naught. A God of none. by such a faith I am caught. [1/27/01]