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“It’s very simple for me. Fresh game, eggs, a garden full of vegetables, a field of healthy corn.” “That is not what you want, that is what you need. You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires. What is it you wish and dream of?”
“You will think me foolish. But I wanted to be a fairy queen, to run barefoot through the woods, to sing like a bird and fly through the trees.” She smiled. “To be able to talk to the animals.” She laughed. “How my brothers and I used to dart about the yard flapping our arms and squawking like magpies.” And he saw the joy on her face as she lost herself in the memory.
dug her fingers into the soft plowed earth, felt the connection. I am part of you, you are part of me.
There was no fear on her face, none, and that was the final insult.
“Life is nothing but riddles … we spend our whole lives puzzling them out. Sadly, as soon as we find the answer, the riddle changes. Does it not?”
As at least cruelty was a thing that could be pointed out, confronted. But this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God’s work—how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?
Samson, the great stag, tromped through the forest as though he lorded over all, the giant beasts giving him a wide berth. The wildfolk followed in his wake, some flying on tiny wings, others darting and dashing, skipping and leaping. All laughing and singing, snarling and growling, tussling and playing, dancing and rutting, as they frolicked through the ferns, flowers, and towering trees of the great virgin forest.
“The best of times,” Forest said. “Sadly, one cannot know the best of times until they are gone, until they are lost. How I would give the rest of my days to have just one of those days back.” Forest sucked in a deep breath. “Nothing lasts forever, not even the moon and stars.
I am life and I am death!”
“I am the Father of the wildfolk, the guardian of Mother Earth. I am the shepherd and I am the slayer. I am life and I am death.”
“Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul.
All the eyes, all the gods, they are all part of the same. Mother Earth, Christ, all the religious sects across the globe, the sun, the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, man and beast, gods and devils, all of existence. All of it, one thing!