Beginning to wake.

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Ah.  Handling sleep, and a few other things, as I have been, I begin to rise.  It's not easy.  Weakened, tired, confused, lost, hungry, but with purpose.


I am still being haunted.  I don't understand.  I don't know that I want to believe what I see.  Choices, hunger, doubt, fear.  Much to consider.  Time is only what it is, but that is all it is.  Never mind that.  Just believe that time is all it is supposed to be.  While I may not own it, or even be a master of it, as servant to it, I am richly rewarded by it.  Again, never mind.


Oh, I know.  It doesn't seem all that romantic, to a woman.  But to a man, a wolf, a beast?  It is the final understanding.  Not broken, to this point, only... wiser.  And in a place, time, and way so that pursuing wisdom is not only an option, but a clever thing.  Actually, by having bitten the silver bullet, I am now not beyond the reach of Eve.  And yet, it is my... belief... that neither am I fallen fruit.  Merely low-hanging.  *grin*