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First published January 1, 2004
We are very old, our people. Not many could have suffered as we have and survived. We have had many lifetimes as human beings to learn of the many, many ways we do not wish to be.
But we are human, she said, and therefore we already are every way there is.
That's true, he said, but there is still a bit of room for choice. Which is why it is worthwhile to remain in contact with your ancestors.
They were now walking on the same road, side by side. A pale, full moon was setting.
Did you realise ancestors have jobs? he asked.
I bet the slaves who died don't want to hear that! she said, and laughed.
He smiled, and a bit of blood dripped in the red dirt.
Do you think when a tree dies all its work is finished? Of course not. It then has the work of decomposing, of becoming soil in which other trees grow. It is very careful to do this, left to itself, and not hauled off into a lumberyard. If it is hauled off to a lumberyard and if nothing is left to decompose and nurture the young trees coming up... Disaster!