Now I told you I would tell you of my Title's origins.....here it is
Diancecht - an Irish Celtic God
He was the God of Health (Rather befitting a healer don't you think) and one day during a great war the King Nuada of the Tuatha De Danaan lost his right hand. Diancecht replaced the hand with an articulated one mad of silver. Miach, Diancecht's son, then replaced the silver hand with Nuada's own hand once more.
Diancecht was angered by the fact that Miach could obviously be a better healer than himself he smote Miach on the head three times. Miach without even think about it healed the wounds with little effort. This aggrevated Diancecht even more, and he smote Miach with all his might twice on the head cleaving it in two.
They buried Miach and around his grave grew 365 herbs, to heal each of the 365 nerve complexes in the human body, Diancecht hearing of this flew into a rage once more scattering the herbs to the four winds. If not for Diancecht's rage man would by now be immortal.
I chose this title for many reasons:
The most obvious being he was the god of health.
But more so because of the background story, I wish to be like him where I can teach others to be as good and Greater than me along my path,
However I also strive to not make the same mistakes that Diancecht made and curb the jealousy which surely arrises when a Student (or son) surpasses you in ability, and be happy with the fact that I have better'd more lives than I alone can touch.
Well...::Clears throat...takes a long swig of a steaming mug I seem to always have:: enough story time now...come come...the House awaits us for an introduction
