I come back here every now and again to re-read it. Every time I'm left sobbing. It doesn't matter that I have the whole thing pretty much memorized, I just can't help feeling devastated.
Maybe that's what it's about for me: the cycle repeats with each new god and beholder— the cycle of love and grief. I come back to this to experience that same bittersweet moment all over again. What is grief but love without anywhere to go?
Just like the beholder who has to keep going. Ok the last few scenes imply maybe the god can come back and interact subtly but I want so bad for him to wisk the beholder away so they could be together in heaven or the god's realm.
I find myself wanting more form this story and world that we just got a little bit of world building for. But then I remember that it conjured heartfelt and real sadness in me and I realize it doesn't need to be longer. It got in and out and did what it set out to do. Sometimes that's all you need, even if it's not all you want.
Maybe one day I'll be able to read this and not cry my eyes out but I kind of doubt it. Because to read this, for me, and not feel the love and grief the characters felt for how short of a time I knew them, would mean I was no longer human. Because to be human is to love and to cry and to wish for more.
I come back here every now and again to re-read it. Every time I'm left sobbing. It doesn't matter that I have the whole thing pretty much memorized, I just can't help feeling devastated.
Maybe that's what it's about for me: the cycle repeats with each new god and beholder— the cycle of love and grief. I come back to this to experience that same bittersweet moment all over again. What is grief but love without anywhere to go?
Just like the beholder who has to keep going. Ok the last few scenes imply maybe the god can come back and interact subtly but I want so bad for him to wisk the beholder away so they could be together in heaven or the god's realm.
I find myself wanting more form this story and world that we just got a little bit of world building for. But then I remember that it conjured heartfelt and real sadness in me and I realize it doesn't need to be longer. It got in and out and did what it set out to do. Sometimes that's all you need, even if it's not all you want.
Maybe one day I'll be able to read this and not cry my eyes out but I kind of doubt it. Because to read this, for me, and not feel the love and grief the characters felt for how short of a time I knew them, would mean I was no longer human. Because to be human is to love and to cry and to wish for more.