She understands the twinkles of the stars and the sway of the blades of grass in the moonlight. She understands the burn of the sun and the dispersal of ashes in the wind. She understands the flow of blood and the pulse of the hunger. She understands the lust, the love, the hate, the tears, she understands the pain and the joy and the way the mouse can outwit the cat. She understands the details.
She doesn't comprehend the world they're in, and how things can be applied. She cannot see the big picture, only a few threads and knots in a much larger tapestry. It's more than most people - nonpeople - but it's not enough, and people - nonpeople - look at her as if she did not see truth and reality. Their truth is relative; hers is absolute.
And yet, it does not matter. Because she doesn't comprehend.
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Date: 2006-05-13 10:14 am (UTC)She understands the twinkles of the stars and the sway of the blades of grass in the moonlight. She understands the burn of the sun and the dispersal of ashes in the wind. She understands the flow of blood and the pulse of the hunger. She understands the lust, the love, the hate, the tears, she understands the pain and the joy and the way the mouse can outwit the cat. She understands the details.
She doesn't comprehend the world they're in, and how things can be applied. She cannot see the big picture, only a few threads and knots in a much larger tapestry. It's more than most people - nonpeople - but it's not enough, and people - nonpeople - look at her as if she did not see truth and reality. Their truth is relative; hers is absolute.
And yet, it does not matter. Because she doesn't comprehend.