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“Come t’è picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!”
What can I tell you that will mean anything to you? Good helps us, the stars help us, perhaps what you would call light helps us, love helps us. Oh, my child, I cannot explain! This is something you just have to know or not know.”
This feels familiar to me. Some things are so intrinsically felt in my body and mind that explaining them diminishes them. But then how else can we share those experiences
“Oh, child, your language is so utterly simple and limited that it has the effect of extreme complication.”
Aunt Beast speaks to me
