“ No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it. ”
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
~ Gregory Maguire
The world was floods above and fire below
Staring at a world too horrible to comprehend, believing -- by dint of ignorance and innocence -- that beneath this unbearable contract of guilt and blame there is always an older contract that may bind and release in a more salutary way.
One never knows how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her — is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil? It is the very least question of definitions.
