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Aug. 12th, 2005 | 12:18 pm
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
-The Prophet
And so she spun, shrill and loyal as a dog, pathetically loyal, around him whom she built her life upon. And to the outsider looking in, it was a sad and grotesque sight, because He tore off her nervous, spindly hands with impatience even as he strove to retain his patience
But most of all, there was pity. Pity for her, pity for Him, because both had trapped themselves and perhaps they were happy once. The outsider had seen the old photographs when they were young and whole within themselves. It takes two to cannabalize. One to gorge and the other to offer up flesh and blood and sweat. One to give, and the other to take it with all the strings of sinew and obligations attached.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
-The Prophet
And so she spun, shrill and loyal as a dog, pathetically loyal, around him whom she built her life upon. And to the outsider looking in, it was a sad and grotesque sight, because He tore off her nervous, spindly hands with impatience even as he strove to retain his patience
But most of all, there was pity. Pity for her, pity for Him, because both had trapped themselves and perhaps they were happy once. The outsider had seen the old photographs when they were young and whole within themselves. It takes two to cannabalize. One to gorge and the other to offer up flesh and blood and sweat. One to give, and the other to take it with all the strings of sinew and obligations attached.
