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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