Often you don’t know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
Thom Merrilin - The Wheel of Time
, Lord of Chaos
“We all make our choices in life, the hard thing to do is live with them”.
Think about these poor souls. They’d have been Dreaming some seriously fucked-up shit, up to and throughout the Collapse, up to the War of Power, but they wouldn’t have had any way to even begin to explain those visions because they had no idea that war is a thing that can happen.
Add to that the rather popular interpretation that Elan was a Dreamer. Well, fuck.
That is such an excellent point.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
First of all, I don’t care who you love, my son. A man or a woman,
or someone who would rather not be defined by labels like a soup can.
But whoever it is, whenever they’re upset,
you’d better hold them in those two arms so hard every dark ocean
pours out from inside their body and is replaced
by twice as many sunrises climbing up their skull.
Use all that socially-constructed male strength for something good.
My son, on the days when your fists curl as tight as piano strings
and all you want is to batter another hurricane-proof body
until the glass walls smash in, don’t you dare lay a finger
on anyone around you. Not even yourself.
Punch those pillows until the bloody stuffing pops out like internal organs;
go howl outside with your knees in the dirt
until the wolves confuse your cries for their own.
But don’t ever mistake violent thoughts for violent actions.
And don’t be afraid of feeling, son.
Swallowing pity and shame and blame and self-hatred like stones
will only weigh your belly down and stretch the skin I gave birth to
to the point of breaking. Never break yourself to remake yourself,
because feeling is not reserved solely for women; it’s a human concept.
I hope one day every waterfall in the world is terrified
of how fiercely and quickly you love.
I hope every landslide is in awe of the way you’re able
to put yourself back together after collapsing into a pile of rocks and mud.
But don’t you ever touch someone without love, my son.
Don’t you ever mistake a woman for a mosaic you can fuse into something whole again
from all her broken pieces. She can build herself back up without your hands.
My son, be true. Cherish every scar. Dream of lassoes instead of nooses.
Do the dirty work to get to the clean feeling, and don’t let your head
get too heavy for your spine, or every other bone will crumple.
Love til the marrow disintegrates, and nothing less.
I tell my students that when you write, you should pretend you’re writing the best letter you ever wrote to the smartest friend you have. That way, you’ll never dumb things down. You won’t have to explain things that don’t need explaining. You’ll assume an intimacy and a natural shorthand, which is good because readers are smart and don’t wish to be condescended to.