I wonder if I might go back into that warm cabin. If I could forego this dark freedom. (But look, there is the moon in the cold sky!). I think to myself, maybe if I could go back into that cabin and never look out the window, I might be able to forget I ever felt this wilderness around me.
"How can I tell if love of life is not a delusion? How can I tell whether a man who fears death is not like a man who has left home and dreads returning? Lady Li was the daughter of a border guard of Ai. When the Duke of Chin first took her captive, she wept until her dress was soaked with tears. But once she was living in the Duke's palace, sharing his bed, and eating delicious food, she wondered why she had ever cried. How can I tell whether the dead are not amazed that they ever clung to life?"
"Those who dream of a great feast may weep the next morning. Those who dream of weeping may enjoy the hunt the next day. While they dream, they do not know they are dreaming, They may even interpret their dreams while still dreaming, Only after they awake do they know it was a dream. By and by, there will be a great awakening; then we will know that this is all a great dream.."