“ My natures blow through me--hungers, glorious hungers! -- unfettered by the little armies of shame that hold the souls of others in absolute captivity. Fathers reason mystifies me. Mothers compassion makes me howl with laughter. I am the Worlds only unbound soul... He raised his shackled wrists as he said this, gestured to the polluted floor before him. I shit when I shit. ... ‘Do you ever wonder, Kel, why it is I do what I do?’ ‘No,’ the boy answered honestly. ‘I do it to heap damnation on myself.’ ‘But why?’ ‘Because I can think of no greater madness.’ And what greater madness could there be, exchanging a handful of glorious heartbeats for an eternity of anguish and torment? ‘I…I don’t understand. You could leave this room anytime you wished! Mother would release you – I know it. You just need to follow the rules.’ His brother paused, looked to him as if searching for evidence of kinship beyond the fact of their blood. ‘Tell me, little brother, what rules the rule?’ ‘The God,’ the boy said shrugging. ‘And what rules the God?’ ‘Nothing. No one.’ Inrilatas nodded in solemn affirmation. ‘So the God is… unconstrained.’ ‘Yes’ Inrilatas stood with sudden grace, walked to the limit of chaos. He seemed godlike in the gloom… ‘So the God is like me.’ And just like that, the boy understood. The senseless sense of his brother’s acts. The miraculous stakes of his mad exchange. Suddenly this little room, this shit-stained prison cell hidden from the light of shame, seemed a holy place, a temple to a different revelation, the nail of a darker heaven… “ --R Scott Bakker, The White-Luck Warrior
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 21:50:49 +0000
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