Status Updates From Near to the Wild Heart

—And how, even more so, she was able to let herself go with the firm, soft ebb. And return. She would reunite with herself one day, without the hard, solitary words. She would weld herself and be once again the mute brusque strong wide unmoving blind living sea. Death would connect her with childhood.”

“Before, she was the pure sea. And all that was left of the past, trickling inside her, quick and tremulous, was a little of the old water through pebbles, shadowy, cool under the trees, dead brown leaves lining the banks. Dear God, how sweetly she sank into the incomprehension of herself—

“Joana was speaking sleepily by the end. Through her half-closed eyes the ship was floating crooked in the painting, things in the room were stretching out, glowing, the end of one holding hands with the start of another. Because if she already knew ‘that everything was one’, why continue seeing and living?”

“And woman was a mystery in itself, she discovered. There was in all of them a quality of raw material, something that might one day define itself but which was never realized, because it’s real essence was ‘becoming’. Wasn’t it precisely through this that the past was united with the future and with all times?” (pg.133)