I begin as my mother and father, and I die as my mother and father, plus or minus some trauma. The guilt of these facts is inevitable; I am guilty of betraying my father's words and my mother's work -- there is no new self, only the debauching of the self I inherited. The fact that my mother and father must also carry the same guilt is lost on me, and so guilt festers to resentment. Leningrad would not have…
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Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai 1999
The "old ways" feel eternal, untouchable, but the cycle of death and rebirth of a "way" is a short one; honor has a half-life of maybe a human lifetime or two. The old empires topple and give way to new ones. So it goes.
To commit oneself to a "way" is to be a romantic -- to insist upon a love and order even as their abandonment and death are inevitable. To smooth over sharp edges and see your beloved…
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