What you felt, the beast that swallowed you all and spat you back out, that is the great big bloody point of all this. If you learn nothing else from this bizarre and awkward experience--this gathering of strangers to blow into horns and pluck catgut--remember that you have the power to feel that. The power to create that. With your hands. Your breath. You are gods, children, and you can make war.Kate Racculia
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The beast that swallowed you all and spat you back out is your life. You are the beast that swallowed the others, but it has spit you back out, already forgetting who you are. That is what this quote means. It is a way of saying that you are the monster, but it’s also a way of saying that you can become what you want to be by not allowing yourself to remain stuck in an unhappy place.
For instance, it’s possible to remember who you are--as a child, as a god, as a warrior--by looking at your past and realizing how much pain it caused everyone around you. You can learn what you want to do with your life by observing what caused so much pain and wishing for things to change. But first, as Ranier Maria Rilke said, “You must find your own way there through the dark.”
Source: Bellweather Rhapsody
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