Sometimes when Darius looked into the mirror, he could see the men that he used to be looking back at him. Not just the Catholic priest, or the monk, or the Hindu, or the Buddhist, or the warlord, or the Goth, but all of those people that he had been throughout the ages. Each of them was unique in their own way, and yet each of them was ultimately the same person.
And sometimes, when he is feeling especially introspective about his life, he would think about how each of those men that he had once been, came together to make up the man that he was now. Some might scoff at the idea of course, unable to believe that the General who had destroyed the lives of thousands of people could possibly have anything to do with the priest who wanted nothing more than peace. They didn’t understand that the determination to reach his goals, even if those goals were not the same as they had once been, still came from that time and that man.
If he had never been the Warlord, who had so passionately believed in his cause, then he would never have had the strength to be the priest, who had the same passionate belief, even though the cause was no longer the same.
And sometimes, when he is feeling especially introspective about his life, he would think about how each of those men that he had once been, came together to make up the man that he was now. Some might scoff at the idea of course, unable to believe that the General who had destroyed the lives of thousands of people could possibly have anything to do with the priest who wanted nothing more than peace. They didn’t understand that the determination to reach his goals, even if those goals were not the same as they had once been, still came from that time and that man.
If he had never been the Warlord, who had so passionately believed in his cause, then he would never have had the strength to be the priest, who had the same passionate belief, even though the cause was no longer the same.