…we saw a lion take down a gazelle – I mean at close quarters. It quite took my breath away. It was as if something happened to the gazelle at the moment of capture, something awe-inspiringly terrible and wonderful at the same time – as if, in knowing the gazelle was to die a dreadful death, ripped apart by the jaws of the lion, the Creator had given the captive a reprieve by taking her soul before she was dead, so that no pain would be felt because the essence had gone already… And I saw the eyes of the gazelle again in France {during WWI}, and it struck me that perhaps a heartsick God had looked down and taken up a soul, leaving only the shell of a man." {of those who developed PTSD and/or "war neuroses"}
( Jacqueline Winspear )
[ Among the Mad ]
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