Wednesday, June 29, 2011

how it is






In the end I decide it's because although I, we, didn't really know them, they knew us, and whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter's tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.




-Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet






2 comments:

kately said...

tell me about this post .... who is no longer with us? Inquiring Blog Readers Want To Know ...

Rainyday said...

*hugs*