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Cricky

“ My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.”

-From the gleaning journal of H.S. Faraday

He didn't want to do "fine." He wanted to be miserable at it. He wanted to be a failure, because only by failing would he know that he held on to a shred of his humanity.

"I love the way it rains here," he told her. "It reminds me that some forces of nature can never be entirely subdued. They are eternal, which is a far better thing to be than immortal."

But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

He will be a good ruler, I thought. Fair-minded and warm. He will not be consumed like his father was.

He had never been hungry for glory, only for life.

Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

´Then, child, make another.´

"My wife, though," he said. "She is constant. Constant in all things. Even wise men go astray sometimes, but never her. She is a fixed star, a true-made bow." A silence, in which I felt him moving, deep among his memories. "Nothing she says has a single meaning, nor a single intention, yet she is steady. She knows herself."

“They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well."

It was a litle like spell-work, I thought, for your hands must be busy, and your mind sharp and free.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.