More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
In grief all the little flaws of those we loved are colored over.
In Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. One soul in two bodies. These beings had great strength in this form, and the gods, fearing their power, sent Zeus to divide them into two separate parts, splitting apart the soul. Weakened and consumed with yearning, humans were condemned to spend their lives in search of their other halves in order to feel complete.
To think is to feel. To feel is to acknowledge hope. And hope is agony. Hope is cruel.
Humankind is everything’s and everyone’s most dangerous predator. Blindly killing its own planet, slowly wounding it over the centuries. Forcing my generation to mop up the blood.
For thousands of years, societies have built walls to keep their adversaries out or their populations in. But history tells us they all eventually fall. Stone, brick, wood, concrete, barbed wire, and tamped earth cannot keep a sharp mind and a desperate determination at bay forever.
