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Things are moving quickly here, so fast almost that I cannot follow. I never imagined anything like this.
The quality of incisive precision is contingent on the scale of your outlook: detail takes different meanings for stellar ages, palaeontological ages, historical ages – and the age of a singular human experience. What minutiae can I hope to understand in one lifetime? What finer, nobler achievements can I aspire to accomplish?
When I have the time, I go through all my stretches, slowly warming up and limbering each muscle, drawing out the minutes. The mat on my floor provides just enough purchase that I don't slip. I would try, like you suggested, arching backwards and reading my entire textbooks upside down but I don't want them finding one another. Learning, the Academy, is one thing: dancing is not a part of that.
It has no purpose to anyone outside of me.
When our ancestors took over the old empire, began making it into the new, they expelled the old elites but kept everything else intact. We emptied their houses and housed ourselves inside them; stole their names, stole their place in the pyramid. Bedecked lights and glitter on the whitewashed architecture of what we ravaged.
When there are wars, men die and families are decimated. How many wars end when there has been enough dying that the weight of it drags everybody down?
We live straight in the everyday with these things. We would just rather not look too closely at them; stare their meaning in the face – grand moments, the dark deep waters beneath, bone-riddled.
If they should ask, tell them that I am well.
Write me, if you should find the time. You will go on saving lives, and I will go on trying to fathom it all.
Love,
River