Peter Paul Rubens Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus

Peter Paul Rubens Rape of the Daughters of LeucippusPeter Paul Rubens Garden of LoveWinslow Homer The Herring Net
could see. There was no sense that anyone was looking out through them. Brutha was certain that if he walked away, Vorbis would sit on the cracked flagstones until he very gently fell over. Vorbis' body was present, but the whereabouts of his mind was probably not locatable on any normal atlas.
It was just that, here and now and suddenly, Brutha felt so alone that even Vorbis was good company.
"Why do you "That could use some work, as a parable," said Om sourly.
"This is real life I'm talking about!"
"It's not my fault if people misuse the-”
"It is! It has to be! If you muck up people's minds just because you want them to believe bother with him? He's had thousands of people killed!""Yes, but perhaps he thought you wanted it.""I never said I wanted that.""You didn't care," said Brutha."But I-”"Shut up!"Om's mouth opened in astonishment."You could have helped people," said Brutha. "But all you did was stamp around and roar and try to make people afraid. Like . . . like a man hitting a donkey with a stick. But people like Vorbis made the stick so good, that's all the donkey ends up believing in."