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When people are fighting for their freedom, for their families and their homes, for things they love and believe in, they fight harder than it makes sense to. They fight harder than anyone could predict or prepare for or defend against.
“Well, we children do not like emptying, clearing. We do not want Czernobog’s darkness, only Belobog’s light. Even us very old children. We forget that light, without shadow or variation, is blinding. We malign and fear and slander the Emptier, Czernobog, the Dark One, the god of endings. Perhaps we would do well to wait, like children learning patience, learning trust, and see what fills the space he clears, what light breaks into his darkness.”
How presumptuous is the gift of life? What arrogance is implicit in the act of love that calls another into existence? This world, my love, I give it to you. All of it. You’re welcome, and I’m sorry.
As an L&D nurse this struck a nerve. How many of these babies asked to be born? And into what circumstances…not always good. Now they’re here will they be glad or resent their makers?
