Maybe sometimes— the wrong way is the right way? You can take the wrong path and it still comes out where you want to be?
Good doesn’t always follow from good deeds, nor bad deeds result from bad, does it? Even the wise and good cannot see the end of all actions. Scary idea!
As long I am acting out of love, I feel I am doing best I know how.
I personally have never drawn such a sharp line between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ as you. For me: that line is often false. The two are never disconnected. One can’t exist without the other.
I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.
There is no honour in betraying your friends.
This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.
He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.
I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
And when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth and fluid, almost vicious.
It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after.