Dazed

I know not in what order these two were written, but they beat strange in my mind:

And see you not yon bonny road
That winds across the ferny lea?
That is the road to fair Elfland
Where you and I this night must be

and

That is the path to Wickedness
Though some call it the Road to Heaven

- Thomas the Rhymer

I just finished Fire and Hemlock again. As before, it provides at best an uneasy kind of happiness. It highlights oh so clearly the darkest side of the ends justify the means - that once in a while, it may be true. That sometimes there is such a great price for choosing the lesser evil that one finds there is no better path: only two thorny, broken roads with no hope for life between them.

The only hope to be had, in the end, is in giving up

giving in

surrendering to the flow of grief and guilt and pain

surrendering to love.