Why are you so angry?” His question surprised me, and I laughed a little. “This isn’t angry,” I smirked. “This is just me. Get used to it.
Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.
I had feared that if I opened the floodgates I would drown. But as the waves crashed over me, I was not consumed, I was swept up, washed, my soul blanketed with blessed relief.
Why don’t you focus on where you’re going and less on where you came from?
None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.
...and I shut off my anxious heart and my nervous head as dusk descended into another night, another meaningless merging, another attempt to find myself as I gave myself away.
Usually redemption implies rescue - being saved. What were you being saved from?' he inquired, his voice carefully neutral. 'Ugliness.
When the ancient Romans would conquer a new place or a new people, they would leave the language and the customs in tact – they would even let the conquered people rule themselves in most cases, appointing a governor to maintain a foothold in the r...