I got a story in the mail, something new and sparkly and profound, beautifully written and illustrated by M. Yahgulanaas. Something resplendent with the sentiment that we all create ourselves, make ourselves into a part of the greater whole whether we’re aware of that or not. And that we’re all connected, and that some great spirit is aware of all of this interaction and connection, and active within it. For some reason, receiving that piece of work in the mail was enough to send me into a deep darkness.
(If we do create ourselves then I’ve taken no pains to keep myself from becoming the monster I am).
I just want to get through these translations and move on.
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