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Once upon a time, there was a man
who found himself in a season of sorrow and unraveling.

He tried many things to find his way through.
What helped most were stories — and music.

So he began creating his own:
Stories to make sense of things.
Music to express what words could not.

He shared them.
And some who listened said softly: “That helped.”

So he built a place —
imaginary, or maybe just a different kind of real —
called GrailHeart.
A refuge. A compass.
Mostly for himself.
But also for anyone walking the long road in twilight.

The Grail, after all, was never just a cup.
It is the Empty Vessel —
the Longing itself
for the Unnameable just beyond what we think we know.

Despite the horrors and wounds of the past,
and maybe the present too,
this moment can still be beautiful.
And so can this one.
And this one.

With a Grail Heart, one is open to receive it.

— WIlliam Zeitler