diff --git a/writing/post-self/idumea/007.md b/writing/post-self/idumea/007.md index fe0f7561..b32ae0e8 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/idumea/007.md +++ b/writing/post-self/idumea/007.md @@ -126,7 +126,6 @@ Perhaps she spoke to The Dreamer who dreams us all, perhaps not, but either way, ----- - \label{thedog} The Woman sat down on the floor by The Dog. She knew he was a cladist, for cladists come in many shapes --- did she not also appear as a skunk? And a panther? And now, here, she was a human! --- and so hoped he might have insight into unbecoming. This, after all, was the purpose of her visit to Le Rêve, the neighborhood of the fifth stanza, that of The Poet and The Musician and My Friend, and also The Child. It was The Child who was her goal, you see. She wished to speak with those who had changed, who had pushed themselves into new molds, who had become something new, that they might no longer be what had once drove them. Stillness lay in choice --- that was the thought she held onto --- that is the thought that I wish I could believe; would that I could choose to be still! Would that I could choose silence and images instead of yet more words.