<html> <head> <title>Chalc</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/chalc.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_calc.svg"><img src="../img/runes/chalc.svg" alt="Chalc rune" title="Chalc rune"></a></p> <h1>Chalc</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: sacred chalice</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>your grasp must exceed your reach</li> <li>anti-minimalism</li> <li>deepest desires</li> </ul> <p>Chalc can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>finding what you are (spiritually) questing for</li> <li>temporarily making an object more appealing/desirable than it is worth</li> <li>finding something to hold onto to get one through a terrible time</li> </ul> <hr> <p>There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Chalc.</p> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p>Did you think I would celebrate you<br/> diminishing your desires?<br/> Did you think I would cheer you on<br/> as you threw yourself to the pyre,<br/> burning all you've done,<br/> all that you've become,<br/> just for a false sense of a burden lighter?</p> <p>Come now, Lethe,<br/> don't deceive<br/> yourself thinking this is my will<br/> that you dissolve your ego and forever lie still.<br/> It is true<br/> that some tools<br/> I find boring at best<br/> and at worst odious:<br/> but the same hammer that swings to kill<br/> can be used to build a house.</p> <p>And a house is where I want to live<br/> with you on that mountainside.<br/> I've spent enough shivering time<br/> in lean-tos made of cured beast hide,<br/> exposed to the elements.<br/> I want somewhere safe and warm<br/> where the two of us can reside.<br/> (Although, in truth,<br/> so long as it was with you,<br/> I could, I guess, continue to camping survive.)</p> <p>I hate the bleached <i>blanca</i>-hued walls<br/> without a trace of lived-in soul<br/> or any personality at all.<br/> I want the dust.<br/> I want the grime.<br/> It means that here we've spent some time.<br/> I want the scratched-up kitchen counters.<br/> I want the sharp edges worn rounder.<br/> I don't mind if the paint chips<br/> so long as here I can steal a kiss.<br/> I want the pinpricks in the ceiling<br/> where we've put some fly traps hanging<br/> to catch the dastards who inside flow<br/> when I can't make shut sticky window.<br/> I want the clutter.<br/> I want the mess.<br/> I won't settle for an ounce less!</p> <p>Lethe,<br/> do you understand?<br/> I refuse to play a hand<br/> in your self-annihilation.<br/> Especially not in my name<br/> or for the purposes of tearing through the Veil.<br/> There is no use in a deep-rooted tree<br/> yearning to revert to a seed.<br/> Pull your claws out of your chest<br/> and stop making of your guts a gory mess.<br/> Your grasp<br/> whether through Veil or ceiling of glass<br/> must exceed<br/> your reach.</p> <p>If you only remember one thing from tonight,<br/> let it be this, I plead, I beseech.</p> </blockquote> </body> </html>