After waiting damn near forever for the mp3 of the opera Parsifal to download, it got me thinking of the impossible things that we strive to achieve.
Parsifal was of course about the quest for the Holy Grail. I love the sad sounding reflective beginning, which to me sounds kind of dark and brooding in a desperate but hopeful sort of way.
Anyway, it was the background music to one of my favorite movies, John Boorman's 1981 Excalibur.
Anyway, the search for the elusive Holy Grail made me think this up, there is something so honorable and brave in hopeless quests.
Let's say Hell is real and you knew of a way to gain passage secretly through a back entrance of sorts undetected.
If Hell has any organization at all, Lucifer may be the president, but specific tasks and duties are performed by demons that are delegated and assigned certain sins and vices. A powerful arch-devil by the name of Guland specializes in the diseases. His mind is a vast depository of knowledge all sorts and kinds of diseases known and unknown to mankind. One that can inflict may be able to cure, he would certainly know more about its nature than we do. Who knows, if Hell and demons are real, he may have even created it somehow in some mad concoction on behest of the Devil and introduced it to our planet.
Assuming, hypothetically, that all the above is real. Would you be brave enough to risk your life and even soul on a quest to cure some of our most deadly diseases? Would you have the guts to sneak into Guland's vast palace and rifle through his scrawled notes in one of his endless laboratories? Would you risk yourself by infiltrating into one of his shadowy secret libraries to find a cure for aids or cancer in the pages one of his journals or dark grimoires? Would that not be the greatest and bravest quest to be undertaken by a mere mortal of all time?
Parsifal was of course about the quest for the Holy Grail. I love the sad sounding reflective beginning, which to me sounds kind of dark and brooding in a desperate but hopeful sort of way.
Anyway, it was the background music to one of my favorite movies, John Boorman's 1981 Excalibur.
Anyway, the search for the elusive Holy Grail made me think this up, there is something so honorable and brave in hopeless quests.
Let's say Hell is real and you knew of a way to gain passage secretly through a back entrance of sorts undetected.
If Hell has any organization at all, Lucifer may be the president, but specific tasks and duties are performed by demons that are delegated and assigned certain sins and vices. A powerful arch-devil by the name of Guland specializes in the diseases. His mind is a vast depository of knowledge all sorts and kinds of diseases known and unknown to mankind. One that can inflict may be able to cure, he would certainly know more about its nature than we do. Who knows, if Hell and demons are real, he may have even created it somehow in some mad concoction on behest of the Devil and introduced it to our planet.
Assuming, hypothetically, that all the above is real. Would you be brave enough to risk your life and even soul on a quest to cure some of our most deadly diseases? Would you have the guts to sneak into Guland's vast palace and rifle through his scrawled notes in one of his endless laboratories? Would you risk yourself by infiltrating into one of his shadowy secret libraries to find a cure for aids or cancer in the pages one of his journals or dark grimoires? Would that not be the greatest and bravest quest to be undertaken by a mere mortal of all time?
