Part 1: Minerva; Chapter 1
Jan 14, 2021
Before the seed becomes a flower, we cannot know what it is meant to be, we do not see its absence. But when it reaches the end of harvest, and winter descends, do we hold fast to the memory of boundless verdure, lamenting the withering splendor, the harsh cold winds driving us inside? Or do we welcome the relief from the stifling clamor, grateful to be able to see through the trees? Do we see the fiery leafing, the glistening snow as a grander efflorescence and only upon the next spring’s unfurling is revealed the virtual barrenness of what passed and the significance of the old trampled petals? It seems impossible to remember by October what we felt in March enough to learn to follow the sun. What we do remember seems to only justify the brilliant bloom of death and the silence of ice.
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