If you’re not ready to die, then how can you live?

clouds

An enormous hand came down from the sky

The mountains were gone. In their place stood four immense carved figures. An enormous hand came down from the sky and plucked the figures off of the earth, one by one, storing them in a wooden dish. The figure that the hand belonged to was so bit it seemed to fill the sky. Lisa huddled against the rock slab, afraid to even breathe. The figure’s immense shadow covered the mesa top, the sudden shade giving her a chill. Then the figure slowly stepped away, the ground rumbling and shaking under its tread. The shadow pulled away to follow, and there was the sun once more, blinding and bright.

Gone now, the coyote-boy said. Into the game.

Lisa sank slowly to the dirt and drew her knees up to her chin. She stared at her companion.

“I… I don’t understand.”

It’s part of a Wheel, he explained. Are you ready to die?

She shook her head. “I dunno. I don’t want to die.”

If you’re not ready to die, then how can you live?

“Look, Kachina-hey-san or whoever you are, just… just let me get outa here, okay?”

by Charles de Lint (born 22 December 1951)
from Svaha (2000)
Chapter 15
image – kevindooley

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