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