I want to know everything. I want to know how the clouds move and why islands fall into the sea. I want to know how to plant almond trees and how to make children grow up straight and healthy. I want to know how princes should govern and why people love. I want to understand the stars in the heavens and all the words that were ever made. I want to remember every story that was ever told.
Jo GrahamWhether or not that’s how it is,” I said, “we must live according to what we believe, not the beliefs of others.”
“The beliefs of others are not irrelevant, not when they shape the world we live in!”
“I didn’t say they were irrelevant. But they will never dictate my judgment or my decisions,” I snapped back. “Because others believe something does not make it true. You are not stupid because Plato says you must be, nor is Cleopatra a whore because some Roman wit will say it. I will never trust any learned opinion more than what I see in front of my face.
Have you ever done something so horrible and so irreparable that you knew there was nothing you could ever do to fix it?”
“No,” I said gently. “Mostly because I’m eight.
How shall I raise dead men up to plow fields that are fallow? How shall I plant young olive trees?”
Mikel smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. “One tree at a time,” He said.
The truth will make us free, Charmian. The best we can do is carry the banner proudly in our own time.
Jo GrahamCan the leopard change his spots?” Emrys mused. “Leopards have, but the other leopards don’t like it.
Jo GrahamBut if the things I believe are right and true, then what fear have I of challenge, for will those things I learn not simply prove what is? And if the things I believe are not right and true, would it not be better for me to know that and face it like a man?
Jo GrahamYet I feel like Theseus running madly through the coils of the labyrinth with horrors following at my heels and every twist bringing a new and dreaded sight. I dream and it pursues me I am sunk so far in horror heaped upon horror that I cannot taste wine or see the sun above. The world has ended and I don't know why I yet Live
Jo GrahamTags: aeneas isle-of-the-dead
We are all prisoners of our birthdays," I said, "Though we try to transcend them. We are creatures of our times, and sometimes our souls peek through the cracks and yearn for the sky. And then we are magnificent creatures.
Jo GrahamBut you are imperfect, and you deserve to be.
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