“ Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell? ”
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
~ Ursula K. Le Guin
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
To oppose something is to maintain it... You must go somewhere else, you must have another goal, then you walk a different road.
