User:Mary Embrey/Diary

A student

October 26th, 2009

I have started my study as a student of the Knights. In my first service for the Knights, I have healed Barak Steele. Also took time to search a school for some books. Alas, despite my studying I have learned nothing new. This school building will be my base until I need to move, and I shall continue healing Knights in the area and studying texts while I am here. In continuing to search for texts, I came across another poetry book which contained:

"If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:"

In further study, I have learned the poem is called "If", by the poet Rudyard Kipling. I have taken the time to note the full poem below:

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

I shall be reflecting on this until I come across another poem.

October 27th, 2009

I stocked more and looked around today. Nothing terribly exciting though I did meet another of my Order.

"This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper."

Although this peace is far too lengthy to copy down in my notebook, it is one I am familiar with. Although, to be fair, it was not quite the same, and possibly not relevant.

Back to my studies though, my professor has given me quite alot to read. I will be passing the night reading it over.

November 3rd, 2009

I have moved back to where I was originally. I will be assisting with revives and healing as needed in the area.

Todays poem:

"For the glass of the years is brittle wherein we gaze for a span;

A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man."

Which I read further to discover is Hymn to Proserpine. I found the most interesting line was "For there is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep. ", which is really relevant to my role as a reviver.

Speaking of which, I managed to revive LK.

November 6th, 2009

Nothing too exciting today. Healed a fellow Knight, stocked syringes. I am nearing full capacity and 30 syringes!

"E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries

E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires"

An interesting little piece, that one is.