I tell her that I am at peace. She tells me that I shall not be at peace until I have found that which I have been seeking this while. I do not protest. How can I convey to her that peace is a process?

I set a journey for myself, believing I shall find it. Along the way, I realized I had not known what I had been seeking; that I named an object that was not what I sought; and that my ostensible grail was insubstantial if I listened to the truth of my footsteps…my direction, method and object were all at odd angles to each other. I had fleshed out the grail to bring earth to heaven. Illusory Annunciation.
I had been seeking Knowledge and I had not known it. As always.

Now, as I near the end of the first battle, I am more at peace. I can see over the hilltop, over the barriers I had set for myself, to a flowering.I am free because I am no longer constrained by my debt to time, and I understand how laughter springs out of harsh things.

But she should know this! She has lived!

There is silence between us, and I fall back to my shore unable to understand what means I could use to tell her where I am. Till I realize that perhaps she knows a peace I do not, and cannot convey it to me.
So, there shall be gulfs. And peace.

Should the rest matter if we each find our own?

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