There are two wolves fighting inside everyone. Which wolf wins? The one that you feed. This is an old, old legend, that I've been told is of Native American origin. There's another one, of Greek origin, that says that each person is said to be in a chariot, a chariot drawn by two horses, light and dark. The light horse lifts a person up to what is good, noble, pure, and true; it represents his good desires. The other, dark horse acts to prevent this ascent and pull a man back down to the earth; it represents his evil desires. At every moment of our lives, to some degree we are either strengthening our good character or submitting to our inner darkness. At this point, however, I must insist that I am not by any means a victim of my evil half. It is in fact a significant part of myself. Whenever I use the words "me" or "I", it is inherent. Indeed, it is myself. It what is sometimes spoken of in the Bible as, the "Old Man", contrasted with the &
"Remember! Remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot!" The quote of the traditional rhyme that immortalized Guy Fawkes evokes what I hope is a sense of nostalgia and anticipation. V for Vendetta did an excellent job, I think, of telling the story that is true throughout history, that ultimately it is quite ordinary people that must decide and act for what is Right, so that Right triumphs in the everyday battles that comprise the fundamental conflict between Good and Evil. In the past week I enjoyed re-reading Deep Wizardry, by Diane Duane. It is an inspiring story of sacrifice and courage, filled with awe-inspiring elements of mastery and tantalizing tastes of home and family. Excuse me, I gush. I mention both of these stories as the illustrations of my intention for life: A life lived with purpose, using the gifts of every kind that I have been given to advance the Ki