And so her mind came unto her and said, “Why art thou low, spirit?”
Her spirit replied, “A host of tangibles and a gross of intangibles* doth plague me, and alas, if there be means of smiting these great and terrible daemons, I know them not.”
Her mind declared, “For each Thing that troubles thee, I shall attach a balloon replete with helium to thee, and thou shalt be carried aloft by conscious construction. Inhale not great quantities of the precious helium, for thine voice shalt be rendered funny, and thy subsequent plummet to earth a thing of legend. In time, spirit, thou shalt lift thine own self under thine own power. For now, let’s go with the balloon-thing.”
*equivalent weight in metric fucktonnes yet to be calculated
chronicles of a girl's ongoing quest for the bottom of the well
About Me
- Sophia
- A woman trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up.
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I saw a woman sleeping. In her sleep she dreamt life stood before her, and held in each hand a gift-- in one hand love in the other freedom. And she said to the woman, 'choose'. And the woman waited long: and she said 'freedom'.' And life said "thou hast well chosen. If thou hadst said 'love' I would have given thee that thou didst ask for. And I would have gone from thee, and returned to thee no more. Now the day will come when I shall bear both gifts in one hand." I heard the woman laugh in her sleep. --Olive Schreiner
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