Wolf Imagine how dedicated to life he must be, to live it that way. How absorbed in it, how at home in it would you have to be, how hungry for it, to do it like he does? To throw your face against the pulsing neck of life; to, with your own teeth, the hot blood filling your mouth the hair catching in your throat the body trembling, jerking against your jaws, kill, not in anger but in earnest, and take what you need raw, with nothing between you and it, feeling firsthand, like no steel or fire can, that you exactly the same, save for a difference of intention. ======= Going For It You think the tree worries about getting dirty when it makes ready to set down roots? Look how it pushes them down, so in love with the dirt and the mud, the terrible black depths below-- it just about throws them down, fiercely, going hard for it, as if wanting the very center of the earth.
