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“Only stories make one world seem different from the other,” Ma said. “And then sometimes you tell the same story and it can make one world seem the same as all the others.”
“You hunt them and then you hunt for them.” Papá looked to Rosa, who must have appeared confused. “Love has no quarrel. Love sits high, like we sat today, watching anger and disappointment from afar,” he said. “Of course, this love t’ing is a burden too. A very big one.” He laughed. “Once it lights, the torch is carried forever, even when wrongs are committed, even when your heart aches because it is so open. How to love and not break is a question that won’t be answered in my lifetime, for sure.”
Papá also knew hope to be a distraction for the hopeless.
“What is this t’ing you call religion that refuses to offer hope unless I excuse your god for the infliction of suffering?”
maybe shared dreams is what makes us human.
