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Knight Musings
Once upon a time, there was always a prince charming, or a knight in shining armor. There was always someone to sweep you off your feet. Someone one could fall dizzily in love with, really head over heels. There were romantics and cads; men to run to and men to run from.
But this is not long ago, this is modern times. There are no longer knights here, no love, no more romantics. That time is past. All we have left is the cold, formal speak of business agreements; the impersonal vidphones that try so hard to be friendly. We are isolated beings, cutting ourselves off from life of our own accord. The color, the vigor, the life has left this world of computers and logic.
Then for one moment, one flash of brilliance, there were heroes again. Modern knights, in modern armor, shining for all their worth against the cold darkness. For a month, a year there was romance in life again. There was thrill and adventure. There was a glimpse of silver through the trees, or hidden in the deeps of the oceans, or shining above the barren sand dunes.
We didn't know it then, didn't realize we were the one lamp against the shadows. I didn't appreciate that beauty until it was past. Not until I returned to the frigid world, the high powered business that drives life at all levels, did I understand. The pain, the hatred, the insanity were all part of the splendor of the bellicose life. There had to be tragedy to underscore the joy. There had to be emotion to keep us grounded through the adrenaline rush.
So sitting here, quietly staring at the trade agreements, I read without processing. My mind is back on the mountains of Europe, the dunes of Arabia, the craters of the moon. I am back at home, wandering the emptiness of space, tracking idly around the colonies. Once again, I sit in my old friend. Both a weapon and a companion. An anchor, a home, a support. At once the machine was so many things. So much more than glittering metal and mechanics. A friend, trustworthy and loyal to the end.
So many friends, so many people passing through. They played a part, passing across the stage, lighting it with passion and power. All have passed now, off on different tangents, heading away from that single point of convergence. Occasionally I see them, wandering through the outskirts of my life, but mostly they have passed out of my knowledge, into the great void. All but one.
He remains, safely on the edge of my sphere, just at the corner of my eye. A protector, an advisor, a confidant. A reminder of the joyful days, and a reminder of the painful, he remains within reach, traveling with a watchful eye. An anchor, a support, so much more to me than the machine ever could have been.
He's silent, always, hiding his face behind a mask, both real and mental. Words aren't necessary between us though. We have a connection, a deeper link than the world can understand. There is so much tying us together. All the experiences, all the emotions, all the pain and anger and frustration we share. He is the only one who can cry with me in rage and self hatred. The only who can share that complete helplessness, that loss. The only one who wakes at 1:00 AM with me to stare at the clustered stars; we understand without voicing a single syllable. The only one who can harmonize with me, feel my changes and find the melodies.
I have found my knight, my prince. His armor's been melted away, and his charm is hidden beneath his silence. However, he still sweeps me off my feet. Everyday I fall, head over heels. He is the romantic, my man to run too.