What does it mean to be truly Wolf?

Not the animal. Not the beast that feeds on scavenged bodies and old fairy tales of cloth hats and small girls riding to safety in the shadowy boughs of yesteryear.

I speak of the Legend. The symbol of the Wolf clothed in high gear from mountain high, sprinkled in the dew of winter mornings clutching the breast of eternity.

To stare into the Legend’s eye is to know true pain. But pain does not exist without understanding of love, compassion, and solace. These poor vaults closed in the mind’s eye are no match for the reawakening of the spirit at the end of your journey.

The trek is arduous and wrought with mystic wayfarers stuck on repeat. Keep the path clear of ________ and seek out the heart of the chosen Legend so ripe and full of life stuck in truth’s half-twist.

Human or Legend, it makes no difference. As long as you are not a paltry falsity, for an imitation will not stand at the gates of paradise. Human or Legend, be true and truth will open for you.

Now, we are here, at the spirit of high noon, with the sun and the western moon in great union. Take this book and share it. Only then can you transcend the immunity of knowledge and hit the peak of existence, alone in a cold top with the buds of new life smiling their promises of a world Anew.

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