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August 29, 2024
They were stolen from Us, long ago. The demon could not have created them, you know.
The Voice
Ista reached for another cord, repeating the gesture of plucking and combing.
You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect.
Concluding this theme, see ch. 28 p. 495.
Haha
It was a weirdly loving fabrication. Ista thought she perceived bits of soldiers, scholars, judges, swordsmen, and ascetics.
No poets, though. None at all.
Haha - think of the implications of this. Question
This dark piece of soul here is different,
Goram!
The man still lives, in the realm of matter.
Foix
She considered the final cord in her spirit hand. Lifted it to her lips. Bit it through. Good, said the Voice. Oh. Should I have asked? You are my Door-ward in the realm of matter.
The porter is expected to use his judgment. My judgment?
I have not words for this. I would see Your face.
Cupid and Psyche? Question
This time, He wore Illvin’s body and face.
The infinite depths of His eyes destroyed the illusion of humanity, though, even as their darkness recalled the man.
Haha
Haha
As you do not deny Me, I will not deny you.
“So this is my death. Why did I ever fear it?” “Speaking as an expert, you never seemed to Me to fear it all that much,” He said dryly.
Haha
“There may be more to paradise than the cessation of pain, but, oh, it seems almost paradise enough.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
~ The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (tr. Edward FitzGerald, 5th ed)
https://www.therubaiyatofomarkhayyam.com/rubaiyat-full-text/
“Once you return to the realm of matter, the protection I can offer you is limited, and its bounds, alas, do not exclude pain.
“I do hope not. I should have to train another porter. I quite fancied a royina for a time.”
“So does my great-souled Illvin.
Haha
Haha
“Instructing you, sweet Ista, would be like teaching a falcon to walk up to its prey. It might with great effort be done, but one would end with a very footsore and cranky bird, and a tedious wait for dinner. With a wingspan like yours, it’s ever so much easier just to shake you from my wrist and let you fly.”
“Plummet,” Ista growled.
Haha
you tumble and complain halfway down the abyss, but eventually you do spread your wings and soar.”
“My task. Is it done?” “Done and well-done, my, true, foster, laggard child.”
“I have come very late to everything.
Done was good. It meant one could stop.
One could rest.
He takes His foot to his cat and pushes her to decision.
It felt very comfortable, cursing her god.
He set out this bowl of cream
The cat metaphor
She smiled, and tried to inhale. Illvin pulled his frantically questing tongue from her mouth, and gasped, “She lives, oh, five gods, she breathes again!”
Illvin’s
Foix’s
suddenly the god light blazed from you,
Joen
Simile
Joen’s geas.
Prince Sordso
instead Sordso whirled around and hacked at Joen.”
one of Joen’s women had a dagger out, and was going at the body even as it fell.
I thought you had died, for your soul was gone from my sight, like a lantern blown out.
Simile
Fonsa
the Golden General
Haha simile extended
“The demons are all gone,” she reported in a vague, dreamy voice, in case they still harbored doubts. “It was what I was sent to do, and I did it.
