Let's workshop this poem about a weathered individual who, by laying himself down in service to a brilliant friend, has unknowingly traveled far on the path to becoming a wiseman.
Bridge to the Übermensch
The battered misfit
has clearly traversed
the toughest terrain
on his unwitting route
to Tolkien sagacity:
it whispers through
his letting himself—in
bowed humility (ready
to serve, unbitter)—
be floored by the art,
the harsh genius, even
of a boyhood friend.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
Gandalf- the wisest man in Middle Earth.