Merely human love does not satisfy us, though we settle for it. It is an encampment on the edge of the wilderness, and we light the fire and turn up the lamp, and tell stories until late at night of those great loves lost and won.
The wilderness is not tamed. It waits - beautiful and terrible - beyond the reach of the campfire. Now and again someone gets up to leave, forced to read the map of themselves, hoping that the treasure is really there, A record of their journey comes back to us in note form, sometimes just a letter in a dead man's pocket.
Love is worth death, Love is worth life. My search for you, your search for me, goes beyond life and death into one long call in the wilderness. I do not know if what I hear is an answer or an echo. Perhaps I will hear nothing. It doesn't matter. The journey must be made.
Rhonda
Wow... foxwalk, from which book did you get that excerpt?
foxwalk
Originally posted by Rhonda:
Wow... foxwalk, from which book did you get that excerpt?
It's a book called "The Powerbook". I got it from my friend's blog. Incredible excerpt, yeah?