![]() Our king was a wonderful personage who sometimes appeared in the form of a great cat. We feared the heartlessness of human beings, all of whom are born blind, few of whom ever learn to see. We disliked the rigours of existence, the unfulfilled longings, the enshrined injustices of the world, the labyrinths of love, the ignorance of parents, the fact of dying, and the amazing indifference of the Living in the midst of the simple beauties of the universe. There was not one amongst us who looked forward to being born. They had returned inconsolable for all the love they had left behind, all the suffering they hadn’t redeemed, all that they hadn’t understood, and for all that they had barely begun to learn before they were drawn back to the land of origins. And we sorrowed much because there were always those amongst us who had just returned from the world of the Living. We feasted much because of the beautiful terrors of eternity. There was much feasting, playing, and sorrowing. In that land of beginnings spirits mingled with the unborn. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world.
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