note Re: Short Sun blog

Lee Berman · 30 Sep 2010, 18:03 · from 2010-September.txt.gz

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From: severiansola at hotmail.com (Lee Berman)
Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 14:03:02 -0400
Subject: (urth) note Re: Short Sun blog
Message-ID: <SNT123-W6086A897C735705E840691CF680 at phx.gbl>

>Thomas Bitterman- I always felt bad for his boots at this point.  They've been good boots and
>didn't deserve such treatment.  Heck, they're relics.  It seems like one
>could walk on holy ground with holy boots.

Hah, Thomas. Thanks for my daily chuckle. You'll rarely find me complaining about someone's 
need to puncture sanctimony. Perhaps there are varying degrees of supernaturality and there's
more God in sand than in shoes and boots.

I don't remember the boots being brought up again. Since the Samru crew thought of him as sort
of a crazed holy man, being barefoot would go along with the image. Since the cap'n gave him a
sword, maybe he got some boots also. Walking barefoot through the wreckage of old Nessus while
he tracked down Dorcas doesn't seem like a good idea.

> "if the Eternal Principle had rested in that curved thorn...then it
> might rest in anything, and in fact probably did rest in everything, in
> every thorn on every bush, in every drop of water in the sea. The thorn was
> a sacred Claw because all thorns were sacred Claws; the sand in my boots was
> sacred sand because it came from a beach of sacred sand. The cenobites
> treasured up the relics of the sannyasins because the sannyasins had
> approached the Pancreator. But everything had approached and even touched
> the Pancreator, because everything had dropped from his hand. Everything was
> a relic. All the world was a relic. I drew off my boots, that had traveled
> with me so far, and threw them into the waves that I might not walk shod on
> holy ground." CITADEL XXXI

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