Faith: she would like to sing with no particular voice, the voice of everyone, the voice of no one. Would like to sing, not for everyone, but in place of everyone. To sing, and to sing of grief and what is lost, not to assuage it, but to accompany it. Not to wipe tears away but to weep with them. To weep for their weeping, for the fact of their tears: how is it she divides loss from itself? How is it she lets pain suffer itself in her singing?
Give grief to itself. Lift suffering from any particular sufferer. Let it become the destiny of no one, let it lift itself to the sky like the aurora borealis. Pain is absolute. Suffering is in the ice and in sky.
You Are Free: but from what does she free us? She abandons pain to itself; she gives grief to grief. Freedom: lift pain to become the whole sky. Lift it, let it flash to itself above the sufferer.
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