[ Matt, not knowing which way this stranger's chosen, feels a bit more urgency. He's piercingly aware that he can sometimes have the opposite of a way with words--that the vivid images and spiraling towers in his head don't always translate to the world outside. ]
It sounds paradoxical, [ Matt admits. ] But ...
If you think of things moving in cycles, or circles, then the consummation of decay, that total obliteration--it's the precondition for new life. There were religions on the world I came from that talked about existence like that. Some eras were for blooming and some were for burning. And the dark, ultimately, is where life begins--where it has to come from.
[ It's hard, because the darkness, that infinite potential, is perfect in what it is. Existence barely blooms before it starts to rot, it seems like. All the more reason to get it right the next time around. ]
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It sounds paradoxical, [ Matt admits. ] But ...
If you think of things moving in cycles, or circles, then the consummation of decay, that total obliteration--it's the precondition for new life. There were religions on the world I came from that talked about existence like that. Some eras were for blooming and some were for burning. And the dark, ultimately, is where life begins--where it has to come from.
[ It's hard, because the darkness, that infinite potential, is perfect in what it is. Existence barely blooms before it starts to rot, it seems like. All the more reason to get it right the next time around. ]