# Chalc

Traditional meaning: sacred chalice

Meanings when upright:

- your grasp must exceed your reach
- anti-minimalism
- deepest desires

Chalc can be useful for:

- finding what you are (spiritually) questing for
- temporarily making an object more appealing/desirable than it is worth
- finding something to hold onto to get one through a terrible time

There is not a known Norwegian or Anglo-Saxon rune poem for Chalc.

A modern poem:

> Did you think I would celebrate you
> diminishing your desires?
> Did you think I would cheer you on
> as you threw yourself to the pyre,
> burning all you've done,
> all that you've become,
> just for a false sense of a burden lighter?

> Come now, Lethe,
> don't deceive
> yourself thinking this is my will
> that you dissolve your ego and forever lie still.
> It is true
> that some tools
> I find boring at best
> and at worst odious:
> but the same hammer that swings to kill
> can be used to build a house.

> And a house is where I want to live
> with you on that mountainside.
> I've spent enough shivering time
> in lean-tos made of cured beast hide,
> exposed to the elements.
> I want somewhere safe and warm
> where the two of us can reside.
> (Although, in truth,
> so long as it was with you,
> I could, I guess, continue to camping survive.)

> I hate the bleached blanca-hued walls
> without a trace of lived-in soul
> or any personality at all.
> I want the dust.
> I want the grime.
> It means that here we've spent some time.
> I want the scratched-up kitchen counters.
> I want the sharp edges worn rounder.
> I don't mind if the paint chips
> so long as here I can steal a kiss.
> I want the pinpricks in the ceiling
> where we've put some fly traps hanging
> to catch the dastards who inside flow
> when I can't make shut sticky window.
> I want the clutter.
> I want the mess.
> I won't settle for an ounce less!

> Lethe,
> do you understand?
> I refuse to play a hand
> in your self-annihilation.
> Especially not in my name
> or for the purposes of tearing through the Veil.
> There is no use in a deep-rooted tree
> yearning to revert to a seed.
> Pull your claws out of your chest
> and stop making of your guts a gory mess.
> Your grasp
> whether through Veil or ceiling of glass
> must exceed
> your reach.

> If you only remember one thing from tonight,
> let it be this, I plead, I beseech.