Clavain

“You were a child I didn't want. I didn't want you because I'm a raven and you're a lamb."
'"I know this."
'"You hated yourself throughout your whole life because you're a lamb, not a raven. Briars tore your wool to bits on the tors. Wild foxes yapped at your paws. But you were safe, for your foulness made you too foul for wolves' food and wolverine delight. How many times when the mental heart shies from suicide, the physical body listening to its mental counterpart becomes sick. In a cold, gray country, no one cares whether a bum lives or dies. Not being able to be a raven, you tried to make yourself into a wolf. But, being a lamb, you were too dumb. You, lamb, were too dumb to live in this world and too dumb to die in this world."
'The lamb didn't say anything.
'"You ask me," the Virgin Mother said, "if there's anything else. For lambs. Anything except the impossibility of being
alive and of dying. There is everything else. There're animals who live only at night; there're animals whose beings are mirrors, who are only what they imitate; there're animals whose physical movements're sexuality; there're animals who speak to each other in complex ways.
'"All of these animals," the mother made her child know love, "who're more capable than you rejoice in you, for you need love so desperately.”
― Kathy Acker, Don Quixote