Musings

Men are born to the hunt, if they don't have something with which to aim their lives at then they are not men.
- Peter Benchly; Creature

Some men are born to the Tribe, in that they 'belong' and are lost if alone. Other men are born as warriors, they are born with the desire to be great. Warriors do not sit at the tribes fire, they sit off either by themselves or in small, like-minded groups. Tribal members are producers: they farm, they become fathers and become statesmen. Warriors are protectors, hunters, leaders by their actions.  But there is a third group, those who are searchers.  Neither member of the tribe nor warriors, they are always on the edge of what is known.  They are the explorers of new lands, the poets of new words.  Thus, Tribe Members are the heart, Warriors the muscle and Searchers are the soul.

But what does an old warrior do when they move past the hunt & have no children to teach? What do they do when they've never known the warmth of the tribes fire?

The key to writing, is to write... But where the hell did I leave my key?