wodneswynn:

I went mad in the forest, mad with blood and wolf-flesh and the horror of battle, and I fled mad across the moors and into the hills until I stood naked upon the mountain beneath the blue sky.

And I saw him, the Wanderer, in my madness, and I asked him, “What is it that we are always struggling and striving for?”

And he looked deep into my soul with his one terrible eye, and he said:

“For bofa.”