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Weeknotes #30 - Stray Bullets

Published on: Mon Jun 29

Foot is doing significantly better now! I donโ€™t end days in pain anymore, just a light ouchie. The gym was not ready for a unsick Tal with a semi healed foot >:)

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Quote of the week

Besides, he had to find Baral. The one face that was always kind, making it easy to remember. The face that belonged to Da and Ma both, just one face, to make it easier to remember. Without Baral, the world turned cold. And mean, and nothing felt solid, and trying to stay together when everything else wasnโ€™t was so hard.

So he dropped the lance, rose and set out.

To find Baral. And yes, he knew where to find him. How he knew no one could say. How he thought, no one could imagine. How deep and vast his love, no one could concieve.

Steven Erikson, Toll the Hounds

A more recent find while flipping through Toll the Hounds, featuring Chaur preparing to rescue Berathol. There is a feeling so pure that Chaur expresses here. A love that evokes transcedentalism. Past the magic inherit to the Malazan world, the only explanation of this is a vast love. Remember a face that is always kind into talking about the face of both a mother and father brings out an interesting idea. What face do I see in my head when I think of that parental love? Has that face ever changed? As a young child it was always my parents. As I grew it morphed into my brother. At 25 what face do I see when I think of love? Has self love morphed it into my own face? Is it the face of my friends? Having only one face as my internal depiction of a display of love is only avoiding how much love I carry with each day of my life.

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