The litany brought a semblance of calm. The other mote lay quiescent against her.
Words won’t work, Jessica told herself.
She reduced herself to basic emotional reactions, radiated love, comfort, a warm snuggling of protection.
The terror receded.
I stretched and glanced at James, who was the smallest of us boys—barely five ten, slim but not skinny. There was something almost catlike about him, a kind of primal agility. (For animal work, Camilo had assigned him the leopard. He spent a month prowling around our room in the dark before he was sufficiently absorbed in the role to pounce on me in my sleep. I spent the next half hour waiting for my heart to stop hammering while I assured him that, yes, my cry of terror had been entirely genuine.)
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I reveled in it. The moment she felt my presence behind her.
She turned, and pure terror filled her sweet doe eyes.
It was the shadow of a skin-crawling feeling, the leaking drip of terror before the true fear engulfed you. The feeling was so sudden and disturbing—I felt like we were marinating in it. It was like the feeling you get when you’re alone and you know someone is watching you. No sounds to tip you off, no warnings, just a feeling. Except instead of feeling eyes on me, I felt . . . pure evil and darkness. Something hovered threateningly in the air that told my body to get away as fast as possible, that we were not safe.
Tristan, 8 years old.
The horror he saw in her eyes killed something inside him. His jaw trembled as he stepped towards her, wanting to rush into her arms and have her tell him everything would be okay.
She jerked back from him, her mouth agape in terror. "Get away from me."
The Iron Throne was forged with fire and steel and terror, it is said, but once the throne had cooled, it became the seat of justice for all Westeros.
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“Bir filozof, ‘kavramayı’ ve ‘meşrulaştırmayı
birbirinden ayırt etmek için, yeni bir kriter arayan kişi olmalıdır. Bir kişi savaşa veya teröre yol
açan belli bir olaylar zincirini ya da kurumları, onları zerrece haklı çıkarmadan, hatta onları lanetleyerek ya da yeni kurumlar icat etmeye kalkışarak; tarif edebilir. kavrayabilir ve açıklayabilir.
Bir kişi belli terör eylemlerini (devlet terörü olsun ya da olmasın), onları ortaya çıkaran hatta meşrulaştıran koşulları göz ardı etmeksizin, koşulsuzca lanetleyebilir.”(*)
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(*) Jacques Derrida, Autoimmunity: Real and Symbolic Suicides, A Dialogue
with Jacques Darrida, Giovanna Borradori’nin röportajı, Philosophy in
a Time of Terror içinde, çev: Pascale-Anne Brault and Michael Nass,
gözden geçiren: Jacques Derrida, (The University of Chicago Press,
2003), s. 106-107
"Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days."
Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone -was it Van Gogh?- said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?
Do you know what exactly we in the survey corps have spilled our blood for? To take back the freedom the Titans stole from us. For that cause, our lives were a small price to pay. Even if all we accomplished were small steps forward we continued to give our lives if it meant that one day humanity would be free from this terror.
Order is not enough. You can’t just be stable, and secure, and unchanging, because there are still vital and important new things to be learned. Nonetheless, chaos can be too much. You can’t long tolerate being swamped and overwhelmed beyond your capacity to cope while you are learning what you still need to know. Thus, you need to place one foot in what you have mastered and understood and the other in what you are currently exploring and mastering.
Then you have positioned yourself where the terror of existence is under control and you are secure, but where you are also alert and engaged. That is where there is something new to master and some way that you can be improved. That is where meaning is to be found.
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The Song of the Highest Tower
Idle Youth
By all things enslaved
Through sensitivity
I’ve wasted my days.
Ah! Let the moment come
When hearts love as one.
I told myself: wait
"It was on Van Gogh, and the picture at which the book opened was “The Chair”— that astounding portrait of a Ding an Sich, which the mad painter saw, with a kind of adoring terror, and tried to render on his canvas. But it was a task to which the power even of genius proved wholly inadequate. The chair Van Gogh had seen was obviously the same in essence as the chair I had seen. But, though incomparably more real than the chairs of ordinary perception, the chair in his picture remained no more than an unusually expressive symbol of the fact."
