Kevin's Watch

lurch wrote:...and speakin about laughter and crumbling..what a coincidence..but this great metaphor at the end of chapter 2, part 2..." The laughter of broken rocks dissipated until it was gone.."..in reference to Lord Fouls banishment from Jerry by Linden..fouls fading laff as the sounds of rocks breaking...wow!, thats a good one..It really challenges ones ability to perceive anew, or differently..The word , "hideous", is talcum powder compared to..the laughter of broken rocks..The insanity of despair in the laughter of broken rocks; something so chilling in that.

'Think on that and be dismayed!'

Dismayed hung prolonged in the air, while around it grew the noise of grinding, great boulders crushing lesser rocks between them.

jehannum_2000 wrote:I liked Jehannum's hypnotically seductive possession of Jeremiah. And also that Jehannum didn't suffer the fate of his brothers; he's been my online alter ego since 1988 (computer science student)!

dlbpharmd wrote:Great to see you back!

BTW it's great to see you guys still around, after so many years!

kvickie wrote:So I'm not sure if this should be a new thread, or if it has been discussed, but I have a question.

Now that Lord Foul is part of Covenant, and Covenant will never leave the land, what happens when he dies? Will he die and Foul will again be released to wreak havoc? Will he remain alive forever, keeping Foul's soul imprisoned forever? Will Foul die with him? Will Linden constantly have to remind him who he really is to keep Foul in check? Will foul learn to be at peace with himself?

These are the things that keep me awake at night....

kvickie wrote:Now that Lord Foul is part of Covenant, and Covenant will never leave the land, what happens when he dies? Will he die and Foul will again be released to wreak havoc? Will he remain alive forever, keeping Foul's soul imprisoned forever? Will Foul die with him? Will Linden constantly have to remind him who he really is to keep Foul in check? Will foul learn to be at peace with himself

kvickie wrote:I don't believe I said there was no Love, Hope, or Compassion. I certainly could not do what I do every day if I did not believe in those things, either in The Land or in real life.

I merely lack your absolute certainty that Foul is now inextricably a part of Covenant and that his goodness will always be able to keep Foul in check.

Remember, there was a time when Covenant could not even control his own dark urges. Even with all his strength and all he has learned, how can he control Foul forever?

.The author seems to have a thing about hard objects abrading against each other

In [i]The Last Dark[/i], Part I Chapter 9 was wrote:Beckoning for Jeremiah to accompany her, Kindwind stepped away. When they had withdrawn a few paces, she said, "We must trust, Chosen-son, that his [Stave's] folk restore themselves in this manner. It appears that his spirit has turned inward. But I believe that a man who has performed his feats must soon heal himself and return to us."

Jeremiah swallowed against the dryness in his throat. "I hope so. He doesn't deserve this."

"Ah, deserve," sighed Kindwind. "The notion of deserved and undeserved is a fancy. Knowing both life and death, we endeavor to impose worth and meaning upon our deeds, and thereby to comfort our fear of impermanence. We choose to imagine that our lives merit continuance. Mayhap all sentience shares a similar fancy. Mayhap the Earth itself, being sentient in its fashion, shares it. Nonetheless it is a fancy. A wider gaze does not regard us in that wise. The stars do not. Perhaps the Creator does not. The larger truth is merely that all things end. By that measure, our fancies cannot be distinguished from dust.
"For this reason, Giants love tales. Our iteration of past deeds and desires and discoveries provides the only form of permanence to which mortal life can aspire. That such permanence is chimera does not lessen its power to console. Joy is in the ears that hear."

Her assertion startled Jeremiah. It seemed to question his foundations. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the extremity of Stave's fall. the hard throb of Cabledarm's bleeding and the excruciation of her shoulder cried out to his senses. Awkwardly he reached for Kindwind's last waterskin. When she released it, he drank as if his thirst--his dismay--had the force of a moral convulsion.
"So you're saying," he protested or pleaded, "what Stave did is worthless? What Cabledarm did is worthless? It's all dust?"

"Aye," Cirrus Kindwind assented, "if that is how you choose to hear the tale." Her tone was mild. "For myself, I will honor the effort and the intent. Doing so, I will be comforted."

Jeremiah wanted to shout. Instead he fumed, "You sound like the croyel." Was joy in the ears that heaar? Then so were agony and horror. So was despair. "It was forever telling me everything Mom did was useless. Nothing matters. It's all dust. That's why Lord Foul laughs--and Roger--and those Ravers. They agree with you. In the end, they're the only ones who get what they want."

Kindwind looked at him sharply. Like the flick of a blade, she retorted, "Then hear me, Chosen-son. Hear me well. There is another truth which you must grasp.
"Mortal lives are not stones. They are not seas. For impermanence to judge itself by the standards of permanence is folly. Or it is arrogance. Life merely is what it is, neither more or less. To deem it less because it is not more is to heed the counsels of the Despiser.
"We do what we must so that we may find worth in ourselves. We do not hope vainly that we will put an end to pain, or to loss, or to death."

Failure isn't something you are. It's something you do.

Without warning, Jeremiah found that he ached to share Kindwind's beliefs, and Linden's. Perhaps the monolith had never contained enough malachite. Perhaps the deposit had shattered. Perhaps Stave and even Cabledarm would die. Perhaps Mom would never come back. Perhaps futility was the only truth. Still Jeremiah would have to find a way to live with it.
To himself, he muttered, "It's not that easy."

Cirrus Kindwind had never been possessed.

Her response was a snort. "We were not promised ease. The purpose of life--if it may be said to have a purpose--is not ease. It is to choose, and to act upon the choice. In that task, we are not measured by outcomes. We are measured only by daring and effort and resolve."