Fact is only what you believe... Fact and Fiction work as a team.
I'd opened this window for about 30 minutes because i had nothing to say. But then, I read this:
"It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others."
It's from a book called Kushiel's Dart it's the first book in a series written by Jaqueline Carey. I've read her Sundering series...
I'm hungry and I'm on page 456 of a 900 page book, and I'm minded to sit here reading until it's finished. It's almost impossible to sum or even introduce the world Carey creates here. And not because this world is so fantastically different from our own, but because it is different in subtle and poignant ways. I'll give an introduction by sharing one of this story's myths. I can not tell you the meaning or impact of this(because it is too complex, not just in the telling but in the knowing), but here it is.
from Kushiel's Dart written by Jaqueline Carey and not my property
This is how I came to learn, then, dandled on a former adept's knee, how Blessed Elua came to be; how when Yeshua ben Yosef hung dying upon the cross, a soldier of Tiberium pierced his side with the cruel steel of a spearhead. How when Yeshua was lowered, the women grieved, and the Magdelene most of all, letting down the ruddy gold torrent of her hair to clothe his still, naked figure. How the biter salt tears of the Magdelene fell upon soil ensanguined and moist with the shed blood of the Messiah.
And from this union the grieving Earth engendered her most precious son; Blessed Elua, most cherished of angels.
I listened with a child's rapt fascination as Brother Louvel told us of the wandering of Elua. Abhorred by the Yeshuites as an abomination, reviled by the empire of Tiberium as the scion of its enemy, Elua wandered the earth across vast deserts and wastelands. Scorned by the One God of whose son he was begotten, Elua trod with bare feet on the bosom of his mother Earth and wandered singing, and where he went, flowers bloomed in his footprints.
"It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others."
It's from a book called Kushiel's Dart it's the first book in a series written by Jaqueline Carey. I've read her Sundering series...
I'm hungry and I'm on page 456 of a 900 page book, and I'm minded to sit here reading until it's finished. It's almost impossible to sum or even introduce the world Carey creates here. And not because this world is so fantastically different from our own, but because it is different in subtle and poignant ways. I'll give an introduction by sharing one of this story's myths. I can not tell you the meaning or impact of this(because it is too complex, not just in the telling but in the knowing), but here it is.
from Kushiel's Dart written by Jaqueline Carey and not my property
This is how I came to learn, then, dandled on a former adept's knee, how Blessed Elua came to be; how when Yeshua ben Yosef hung dying upon the cross, a soldier of Tiberium pierced his side with the cruel steel of a spearhead. How when Yeshua was lowered, the women grieved, and the Magdelene most of all, letting down the ruddy gold torrent of her hair to clothe his still, naked figure. How the biter salt tears of the Magdelene fell upon soil ensanguined and moist with the shed blood of the Messiah.
And from this union the grieving Earth engendered her most precious son; Blessed Elua, most cherished of angels.
I listened with a child's rapt fascination as Brother Louvel told us of the wandering of Elua. Abhorred by the Yeshuites as an abomination, reviled by the empire of Tiberium as the scion of its enemy, Elua wandered the earth across vast deserts and wastelands. Scorned by the One God of whose son he was begotten, Elua trod with bare feet on the bosom of his mother Earth and wandered singing, and where he went, flowers bloomed in his footprints.