Parable of the Sower

Sower

No, we’re not certain. We’re not certain at all. Is he sick somewhere? Hurt? Held against his will for who knows what reason by who knows what monsters? This is worse than when Keith died. So much worse. As horrible as that was, we knew he was dead. Whatever he suffered, we knew he wasn’t suffering any more. Not in this world, anyway. We knew. Now,

“I want her to love her own life and yours enough not to be careless. That’s what I want. That’s what you should want, now more than ever. Jill?” Jill closed her eyes. “Oh shit!” she said. And then, “All right, all right! I didn’t see them.

“No. No, Donner’s just a kind of human banister.” “A what?” “I mean he’s like… like a symbol of the past for us to hold on to as we’re pushed into the future. He’s nothing. No substance.

But my point isn’t who’s sleeping with whom or who’s feuding. My point is—my question is—how in the world can anyone get married and make babies with things the way they are now? I mean, I know people have always gotten married and had kids, but now.… Now there’s nowhere to go, nothing to do. A couple gets married, and if they’re lucky, they get a

He managed a smile. “She would have looked at you, then looked at me, then, right in front of you, I think she would have said, ‘Well, there’s no fool like an old fool.’ Once she got that out of her system, I think she would have gotten to like you.”

I like Curtis Talcott a lot. Maybe I love him. Sometimes I think I do. He says he loves me. But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I’d kill myself.

All that you touch, You Change. All that you Change, Changes you. The only lasting truth Is Change. God Is Change.

If hyperempathy syndrome were a more common complaint, people couldn’t do such things. They could kill if they had to, and bear the pain of it or be destroyed by it. But if everyone could feel everyone else’s pain, who would torture?