Silver Beard

Ohbard and Pell meet up over lifetimes and dimensions for exchanges and conversations: Ohbard my beard, it seems it wisps in grey and straggles age, unkempt alike and saddens my face dear Pell Pell your beard, great Ohbard, why it does not wisp but states and in silver not grey, for silver is sought after and with age it is wisdom and distinguishes not saddens Ohbard but wisdom lies in many ways and with many who gain their years as I Pell perhaps, and more so, but some knowing is worth more than others Ohbard dear Pell I wouldn’t say knowing for we can never know, not truly know until it is our time and then alas we take that knowing with us unable then to impart and spread Pell then if we do not know as we age do we merely guess? Ohbard I wouldn’t say guess either Pell for what may be knowing is more a sensing a feeling and a making of sense to those feelings Pell then, great Ohbard, do we not each interpret those feelings and senses differently? Ohbard impressive indeed we do dear Pell and that is why it is not law or fact Pell then may I ask, great Ohbard how are you not afraid of your dying? Ohbard to be not afraid of something we must understand it, for understanding reduces fear but Pell, my understanding is only at peace with me, it is only my residing Pell will I understand when my time comes? Ohbard that Pell is the worry of Man, for I do not speak for Man, I speak for my own settlement and that sees me unafraid of what will become after for I believe that my understanding shows a hereafter, a beginning again, and Pell, we shall have this conversation again as we have many times Pell but Ohbard… But Ohbard passed in piece. Pell sat in quiet sadness by his mentor’s side, understanding that his mentor had departed and would now know for himself the truth of his feelings and senses.