[b]Margaret Atwood from The Handmaid’s Tale
As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.[/b]
And then one day so will the future.
We lived, as usual by ignoring. Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.
Imagine for example the folks at Fox News.
One and one and one and one doesn’t equal four. Each one remains unique, there is no way of joining them together. They cannot be exchanged, one for the other. They cannot replace each other.
Not counting arithmetic of course.
Faith is only a word, embroidered.
For some in pure silk.
I avoid looking down at my body, not so much because it’s shameful or immodest but because I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to look at something that determines me so completely.
And that’s before they take x-rays of the parts inside it.
Maybe none of this is about control. Maybe it really isn’t about who can own whom, who can do what to whom and get away with it, even as far as death. Maybe it isn’t about who can sit and who has to kneel or stand or lie down, legs spread open. Maybe it’s about who can do what to whom and be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.
Or maybe it is about all of that.