The grooves in bladed weapons—called fullers—are NOT “blood grooves.”
A friend of mine has some beautiful historical katanas that have been passed down through her family.
I’ve handled a great many swords in my life. These swords—they are different. I hold one, and I feel the perfect balance. The air hums with my awareness of how sharp and dangerous the blade is.
The sword, it wants to be used. I can feel it demanding to sing through space, at one with my hand as it splits the very air molecules. It wants to slice open, to lay bare. It demands deference. It demands awe.
The Princess Bride is one of my all-time favorite movies. In fact, if someone were to ask me for a list of my top five favorite movies of all time, The Princess Bride would be the only instantaneous response. (I’d have to think about the others, sort through my favorites and see which I thought merited the other four spots.)[Spoilers for the movie ahead. Obviously.]
One of my old sword instructors used to say something about swords that always fascinated me.
He pointed out that swords are the one weapon with the sole and specific purpose of killing other human beings. Guns are used for hunting; axes chop into wood and ice; knives are tools used in all walks of life . . .