MYTH Everyone is shouting and the Chief goes down inside the place he told us never to mention. In the heart of the shouting there is a worm of silence. Inside the worm there is a bug of unhappiness. Addiction to composure. Addiction to disaster. Grief gave us a mirror to hold the world still-- this was our language before speech garbled us. Having broken the mirror we must shout and bury beyond our own reach what we wish to give.
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