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How could such variation endure, such endless iteration of minds and faces? Did the earth not go mad?
How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known?”
He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.
I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.
