I love the poetic narrative that is Pilgrims. Get yourself a copy. Parts that speak to me:
Wanting the world to be smaller. Rejecting the hustle.
“There’s a brutality to life, I said. Maybe not life. But life, yeah. People want to attack it. Like, they really want to attack it. It all becomes work and warfare. Every employer - I gestured out Stilts’s window - is saying first year salary this, starting salary that. They promise more money in a year than I ever thought possible, and then I still bet when Stu or anyone gets that job, they’ll complain about it all. They’ll say what they say on campus when they’re up late in the library. ‘This shit sucks me dry. this shi kills.’ I want nothing of that world. It’s so mean. But everyone lives in it.”
The tree of legend by the river (Twirl a Tree or Upright Boat or Two Trees, Two Brothers or Two Sisters) and what it represents.
“Really, I felt like the tree rooted in the water, its limb caught in a wild and strained reach across the river. Hoping for closeness, not finding it. “
The notion that there is wisdom to be had wherever you go, from the bus driver and the gas station attendant.
The exploration of the examination of self in silence. “I just am.”
Forgiveness vs. grace, from the character Evan, who is rolling his way across the country in his wheelchair.
“Grace is an exercise in the limitlessness of acceptance. It is what happens when you accept how conditional people are, and then move your heart toward the unconditional.”
Daily acts of witness.
From Bobby, the main character. “At a certain point, you have to commit to your place within this place. To your daily act of witness. Your bread-making, your listening, your going-out-to-look-at-the-moon. And you make of that your life. People get tired of hearing there’s somewhere better than where you are. So they try to make where they are better. They wake up and stack the biscotti.”
From Evan. “Our world, he said, wants us to stay on the fucking road, because anyone who has any power knows that’s where they can keep us! To keep us as lost souls! Herding! Toward! Some proclaimed! Good! When they keep us there, we lose our power! We can’t do anything. We tell ourselves to love the in between. We meditate to keep our anxious minds at bay. We don’t have to do that! We can find a here right here. We don’t have to always be going there.”
The reflection of blood vs family, from the character Billy.
“And yet, despite these facts, the fact of leaving and the fact of the screaming the hitting, the yelling, you still feel a slight pull toward them. No, it’s not slight. It’s of the universe, like the tides. A massive pull beyond description. You want to run after the car that leaves. Hold the man who hurts you. What causes this other than magic? Blood is a thing you cannot choose, but it holds you. Damnit, it does.”