As the night screws with us like a cowardly bully, we fight back
Temporary respite from the pain is no cure
What is needed is a word from above: a theotic utterance that won't just give us hope but the necessary love that makes life endurable
Recall Faulkner, in his Nobel speech:
:
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice.
I agree with Bill up to a point: our voice is inexhaustible.
But we are also immortal: we just talk too much
The speech that we utter relieves our pain: it is not a desperate attempt to delay Charon.
I write and speak because my personality demands it
I'm not trying to overcome others with my prosopon
Instead, I'm trying to keep my heart from breaking and -- more importantly -- my soul from decaying
My sweet love, if you're still out there, please remember who and what I am!
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