Quest Time
or as I have affectionately come to call it QT . The acronym can also currently be used for "Quest Tuesday," the mysterious " on the q.t. ", or (as it happens) quite a few other things . What the hell is it? What is it good for? As with many things worth explaining , the answer is (too?) complex. I use The Quest as a way of describing my approach to life. I don't think that is uncommon. It is an ideal -- a personal measure of the quality of how I am living. I could (and will eventually) spend pages trying to prosify what is a very simple idea which still seems ineffable. Instead, for now, I will offer two poems that I have written which may clarify my particular approach. We'll talk more of this later... Sherandilin He Who Watches Sherandilin, the city fair. The questor's souls have perched 'mongst rare And wondrous beings of power and might Whose deeds become my dreams at night. When last I lay my wearied head, The questor's trail-song stands i...