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ferineReemul was a scholar with flexibility. A philosopher without pretense. He had a keen and often strange wit, and no fear of what others thought of him. He spoke his mind on every subject without walking on eggshells. He called bullshit immediately when he saw it. This pissed off some people, only because they knew he was right.
Well read on a variety of subjects, from biology to computer science to politics to ancient history, Reemul's intellect was intimidating. Since neither of us held jobs and we both had serious health problems that left us isolated, we would often spend hours on-line together. We became as siblings.
His ideas on therianthropy were brilliant, and complimented my own like matching clothes to make a suit. He always questioned himself and others, and I took after him in this. Living in wonder, cynical but not self-righteous, skeptical but not opposed to believing in things unproven by science.
Reemul was Raven, through and through. Anyone lucky enough to have spent time with him in the flesh knew this without a doubt. It didn't even need to be said. He was a cryptic, often dark teacher in person. Belying the dark was a constant knowing, inhuman smile.
Reemul never sought "net fame". He never strived for "garou guru" status. His humility is admirable, and basically non-existant among the web "therians" of today who seek attention, ego strokes, and a following rather than that good internal feeling of a work well done.
Reemul was, and remains, my hero.
"In finding my animal nature,
I see what it is to be human.
In being more human,
I find my true nature.
One day I shall die, but not this day.
When that day does come, these
words will be my final testament
to what I have done, and left undone.
For a long time i was concerned with
words, thinking they held value
above the concepts they expressed.
At their best they serve as reflections for actions taken.
I write now of my Path.
The Road I take is one led by Raven.
Bridging the gap between animal and human is no easy task.
In pursuit of this I have researched the past,
the ancients giving up their secrets.
From this I began to cultivate my own thoughts,
expressing them through personal reflection,
through interaction with others,
and through writings of my own.
Some actions cannot be truly expressed with words.
Artistic endeavours are better seen, than spoken of.
Work done with the hands, sweat and tears, cannot be told of.
Images from Gatherings tell far more than words could.
There is so much left to do." ~ by Reemul
Well read on a variety of subjects, from biology to computer science to politics to ancient history, Reemul's intellect was intimidating. Since neither of us held jobs and we both had serious health problems that left us isolated, we would often spend hours on-line together. We became as siblings.
His ideas on therianthropy were brilliant, and complimented my own like matching clothes to make a suit. He always questioned himself and others, and I took after him in this. Living in wonder, cynical but not self-righteous, skeptical but not opposed to believing in things unproven by science.
Reemul was Raven, through and through. Anyone lucky enough to have spent time with him in the flesh knew this without a doubt. It didn't even need to be said. He was a cryptic, often dark teacher in person. Belying the dark was a constant knowing, inhuman smile.
Reemul never sought "net fame". He never strived for "garou guru" status. His humility is admirable, and basically non-existant among the web "therians" of today who seek attention, ego strokes, and a following rather than that good internal feeling of a work well done.
Reemul was, and remains, my hero.
"In finding my animal nature,
I see what it is to be human.
In being more human,
I find my true nature.
One day I shall die, but not this day.
When that day does come, these
words will be my final testament
to what I have done, and left undone.
For a long time i was concerned with
words, thinking they held value
above the concepts they expressed.
At their best they serve as reflections for actions taken.
I write now of my Path.
The Road I take is one led by Raven.
Bridging the gap between animal and human is no easy task.
In pursuit of this I have researched the past,
the ancients giving up their secrets.
From this I began to cultivate my own thoughts,
expressing them through personal reflection,
through interaction with others,
and through writings of my own.
Some actions cannot be truly expressed with words.
Artistic endeavours are better seen, than spoken of.
Work done with the hands, sweat and tears, cannot be told of.
Images from Gatherings tell far more than words could.
There is so much left to do." ~ by Reemul