The paragrads had given up hope. Hope in the world. Hope in the university. The paragrads … didn’t need hope. They went underground in perfect hopelessness.
All the while hoping for something underground.
It was a chance for them to re-gather themselves. To consolidate. To pause. To gather strength. To pause for a while, and to decide what to do. It was a hibernation, of sorts. They wanted to close their eyes for a while.
So do we!
They wanted to lie down in the bosom of the earth. And why wouldn’t they? And why wouldn’t we?
They wanted the blessing of the earth. They wanted the truth. They wanted to be exposed to what the earth was.
And what is the earth?
This, just this. Darkness. Heaviness. Just – itself. Resisting. Everything placed on top of it.
Resisting? How?
Work in Progress 