A great and torturous circle

“Oh, Joss, it’s a great and tortuous circle. We have found each other, time and again, across time and across worlds. Which of us began which poison? I am, and am not, a product of my own mind. I was shaped, as you were shaped. Sraosha trained up Verta, and Verta trained up me—and I found you. And we fight and hate and wound and take down entire worlds with us, century after century. And for what purpose? Do we truly make world better? Or are we simply forces of destruction? I have to believe there is some reason to all of this, some greater plan, some great melody that I have contributed to. Or else the alternative is too bleak to even ponder.”

From Watcher of the Skies

No man chooses evil because it is evil…

No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. — Mary Wollstonecraft

From A Vindication of the Rights of MenThis is, indeed, the mother of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (Mary Godwin), the author of Frankenstein. Their body is of work is often misquoted between them, but they were both revolutionaries. Sadly, they never knew each other as Wollstonecraft died shortly after giving birth to her daughter.

This quote is one of those that speaks to the heart of Watcher of the Skies. In it is Joss Raddick’s Bildungsroman, of sorts, as a godling coming into his power and self awareness. But it’s also about power and perception, about what good and evil are, and whether they can be truly defined as such. Enemies and friends switch places. Power changes perception. Lives hang in the balance. Because of their long lives, godlings can live as saints and as tyrants, then move back again. Whether or not they stay sane is another business all together. Love is but a fragment of the tale.

“People’s dream…

“People’s dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It’s what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.” — Barbara Kingsolver

It’s what you do that makes your soul.

Wordsworth, to his wife & from “The Fountain”

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
— William Wordsworth, Letter to his Wife (April 29 1812).

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.

Thus fares it still in our decay:
And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.
— William Wordsworth, “The Fountain,” st. 8 & 9 (1799).

I didn’t have much to tell him

I didn’t have much to tell him.

“I fought in the war,” I said. “I had a child. Though I have not watched him grow, for I was not well acquainted with his mother. Not properly, anyway. I fear I have disappointed you in not living a truly upright existence.”

He laughed. “As if I could tame you, Joss! You, creature of lightning and water and energy. Gods, if I could ever bottle but a fraction of your essence, or whatever it makes you what you are, I would be a king among men. You never have fit into my understanding of the world. Nor by Diana’s nor Mary’s law. You are utterly unique, and you opened my mind and understanding in a way I have never managed since. I will be forever mystified and grateful for that chance meeting we had, and the short time I counted you among my dearest.”

William Wordsworth to Joss Raddick, 1818. Watcher of the Skies