February 6, 2003

  • found this passage in a book i’m reading. it applies.
    happenstance instruction

    When I wallow in something dead to reawaken the savor of it, you rebuke me.
    I turned to look at Nighteyes but he refused the eye contact. He sat in the snow, ears pricked forward toward our hut. The unpleasant little winter wind stirred his thick ruff, but could not penetrate to his skin.
    Meaning? I pressed him, though his meaning was perfectly clear.
    You should leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life, my brother. You may enjoy unending pain. I do not. There is no shame in walking away from bones, Changer. He finally swiveled his head to stare at me from his deep-set eyes. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is your loyalty to that pain? To abandon it will not lessen you.

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