“Should my offspring remember me long after I have departed this plane, I would pray it is not as an oracle enthroned above their fate, nor as one of those pitiful sages who mistake cold calculations for wisdom. Authority is among the frailest forms of devotion, and it survives only so long as fear remains to preserve it. No - let me instead be remembered as one would the warmth of a hearth long abandoned. A presence not always consciously, nor perfectly clear, but in which lies the certainty that somewhere in the architecture of one’s soul there once existed a place where becoming oneself was permitted without punishment. There are magicks capable of preserving the body against rot, the voice against silence, even the mind against the mercies of time. I have studied many of them, yet none have struck me as particularly noble pursuits. The true ambition of parenthood ought not be eternal vigilance or immortality through legacy, for legacy is merely vanity wearing ceremonial robes. Rather, it is the thankless and infinitely more difficult miracle that one’s spawn continues, even after your extinction, to seek delight in the world unashamedly. To leave behind a soul ever so capable of joy. This alone seems to me a form of magick worthy of reverence. Anything beyond it is merely another frightened scholar bargaining poorly with oblivion.” - Calmasis the Redeemed, from Complacency of the Learned by Rosalia E. Lalonde nunca te ouvidaré, mamá
tldr, happy mothers day
her books r packed full of amazin passages n stuff so beautiful it maeks u want 2 die, but this one has 2 be my fav :'3
My heart truly aches for you.