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It was Ana.
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Ana...
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When I saw my brother covering
his face with his hands...
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it was clear to me that
he was seeking support.
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He was definitely in search of
some solid, hard ground.
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I could even hear
his cries for help.
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But when he suddenly got
deeply still, it was my Father.
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I also thought it was maybe
an exercise of patience...
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in which we'd withdraw...
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to consult in darkness
the elders' texts...
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the noble,
ancestral pages...
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but in my trance,
his pain didn't matter any longer...
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nor did my respect for the
ancient sayings.
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I had to scream in furor
that my madness...
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had more wisdom than
Father's wisdom.
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That my illness suited me better
than the family's good health.
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That my remedies had never
been mentioned in the books.
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But there was another
medicine. Mine.
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I recognized no science
except my own...
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and everything was merely
a matter of perspective.
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Only my point of view held
any meaning whatsoever.
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I wanted to tell him only
a satisfied person would
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test the virtue of patience
with other people's hunger.
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I had to say all this
in a verbal fit...
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turning upside down
the sermon table.
:30:43
Destroying clamps,
bolts and moorings.
:30:46
Establishing a different balance,
and gathering strenght...
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to go higher and higher.
:30:51
Tightening mainly my
clandestine muscles...
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rediscovering at once
the beast in me,
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My hooves, jaws and spurs...
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letting the oily grease coat my
sculptured self as I galloped...