Last Days in the Desert Page #2
Nothing.
I agree with you.
Do you have a wife or children?
Do you plan to?
Well, you never know, right?
- Have you ever sailed on a boat?
- Yes, I have.
- Is it scary?
- It can be terrifying.
But mostly it's thrilling.
My father sailed on a boat once.
He said he got caught in a storm at sea.
He said it was a nightmare.
Everything outside of our world
is scary to him.
My father says once my mother
is buried here that we cannot leave.
He says a grave ties a man
to the land forever.
Do you think I'm selfish
because I don't want to live here?
No.
My father has lived here his whole life...
and he's lived it the way he wanted to.
But now it's my turn. Men take turns.
I am not a bad son.
I'm not.
I am not a bad son!
I am not a bad son!
I'm not a bad son!
I am not a bad son!
Rabbi?
Rabbi!
It hurts.
I want it to be over.
I'm not afraid of death.
I'm only scared of being alone
when I get there.
You will not be alone.
None of us is alone.
Find better words, Yeshua.
You must work at that.
Intention is good, but...
often the words are hollow and useless.
Or better still...
find an action.
Yes.
Action over words. Always.
Otherwise, silence.
You think you are his only child?
There are others.
No.
There is only me.
There is only me.
Look in on your mother.
Did the boy speak with you
when you went to the water?
A little.
I don't know how to talk to him.
The words get caught in my throat.
I fight to push them through
and they come out harsh.
I suppose he thinks I'm angry at him.
He doesn't know me...
and I don't know him.
Any words of advice, holy man?
Talk to him about something
that he's interested in.
What is he interested in?
Riddles.
He makes up a very good riddle.
I don't like riddles.
That shooting star last night.
You enjoyed that.
- It was a bore.
- Liar.
I am a liar. That is the truth.
since the first one.
Every flash of lightning.
I've heard the last gasp
of each thing that ever lived.
Nothing's interesting anymore.
Nothing surprises you? Not a thing?
The repetitiveness.
The obstinate, dull repetitiveness of your
father's plan is bewildering to me.
and over and over and over again.
Is there a plan?
It all has to turn into something, it has to
pour out into something, but into what?
And that's my weakness...
curiosity.
But I'll stay as long
as it takes, forever...
to witness the end.
The final sunset. If there is one.
Maybe on that day,
late in the afternoon, seconds away,
he'll want to start it all over again...
from the beginning.
He's done it before. Recreated
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