The white girl shook her head. "No," she answered, "never. Another time, I would not stand so long." Her voice was too soft, as though its bones had been broken. She said, "My people are gone, and I will follow them soon, whatever shape you trap me in. But I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful."
...The white girl said, "I am myself still. This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"
..."I told you that I was older than I look," [the magician] said. "I was born mortal, and I have been immortal for a long, foolish time, and one day I will be mortal again; so I know something that a unicorn cannot know. Whatever can die is beautiful--more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?"
"No," she said. --The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle
Tonight I lay in bed in the dark and begged the universe for release from all that I hold within me; for a way to expunge all the love and all the fury and all the frustration I feel at being trapped in my own skin, frail and human and binding. I can't transcend it. I feel like the unicorn at the edge of the turbulent sea: come so far, and so close to achieving my purpose, only to be imprisoned and forgetful, wanting things I've never wanted before and unable to understand why...
So much of what I experience, I feel compelled to keep self-contained. I'm afraid. Illusions and delusions can't exist when a voice is given them; and though I feel them dying, there at the edge of my consciousness, I cling to them anyway, because they're all I have; because if I kill them, all I'll have is myself, bare and trembling before Truth, and I fear it. I'll be more alone in that moment than I'll ever be, and all I want in the world is to be held and made safe, to be brought back to life when the Red Bull strikes me down...
...The white girl said, "I am myself still. This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"
..."I told you that I was older than I look," [the magician] said. "I was born mortal, and I have been immortal for a long, foolish time, and one day I will be mortal again; so I know something that a unicorn cannot know. Whatever can die is beautiful--more beautiful than a unicorn, who lives forever, and who is the most beautiful creature in the world. Do you understand me?"
"No," she said. --The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle
Tonight I lay in bed in the dark and begged the universe for release from all that I hold within me; for a way to expunge all the love and all the fury and all the frustration I feel at being trapped in my own skin, frail and human and binding. I can't transcend it. I feel like the unicorn at the edge of the turbulent sea: come so far, and so close to achieving my purpose, only to be imprisoned and forgetful, wanting things I've never wanted before and unable to understand why...
So much of what I experience, I feel compelled to keep self-contained. I'm afraid. Illusions and delusions can't exist when a voice is given them; and though I feel them dying, there at the edge of my consciousness, I cling to them anyway, because they're all I have; because if I kill them, all I'll have is myself, bare and trembling before Truth, and I fear it. I'll be more alone in that moment than I'll ever be, and all I want in the world is to be held and made safe, to be brought back to life when the Red Bull strikes me down...
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
1)Remove yourself from your situation
2)Change the situation
3)Accept the situation
A bad situation is already bad enough without us turning it into a problem of suffering.