Saturday, January 9, 2010
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The remembrance of the details of personal history is not a priority when one is immersed in a situation of compelling urgency.  This is not to say he doesn't question his present situation.  He does, but he is forced to defer their contemplation: Why was he captured?  What captured him?  Why did he dream?  And there are three more fundamental questions he does not yet ask:  Where had he come from, through the darkness?  Why is The Magnificence urging him forward?  And, as his feet find a rude roadway carved into a wilderness that is now forming around him, as though by the permission of The Magnificence, an odd thought: He does not know the directions, but he knows he will get there.  Hunger is his map.
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