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This Divine Passage
This Divine Passage
This Divine Passage
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This Divine Passage

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A man kidnaps the bully who tormented his extremely docile and mild-mannered best friend while growing up, bringing the two men together in order to bring to the surface his friend's more primitive side.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateDec 1, 2017
ISBN9781387251278
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    This Divine Passage - James Ferace

    This Divine Passage

    This Divine Passage

    by James Ferace

    He mumbled a few things through the cloth just as he'd been doing for hours, but now with a rather mournful look in his eyes.  I mostly tried not to pay attention.  It was cold and I was getting tired and frustrated as we'd made very little progress.  I wasn't able to see outside, but I could sense that the sun was beginning to come up.  This angered me for some reason, so I didn't bother to check my watch, as I knew it would only intensify this.  The two men wobbled in their seats, I standing above them, their surrogate father of sorts.  I was pretty disgusted with them both.  Each for vastly different reasons.  My voice was beginning to grow hoarse and a silence permeated the air.  One of those long stretches where the levels of discomfort just keeps moving and spreading like a plague throughout the atmosphere.  Everyone just waiting for someone to end it.  But I was running out of things to say.  I'd tried everything, but the little fucker just wouldn't budge.  I thought for certain that this would have done it.  But...nothing.  I looked at him - sweating, crying, pudgy cheeks reddened.  I wanted to strike him.  Hard.  Instead, I reasoned some more...

    Really knowing yourself, they say, is an impossibility.  The equivalent of knowing what you look like without any sort of reflective surfaces.  Or how a symphony might sound to the deaf.  Some say, however, that it can be done.  With extensive meditation and whatnot.  That deep, esoteric tradition from times where our ancestors weren't even a thought yet.  They believed this.  They had schools of thought where it was not only possible to break through that thick membrane of consciousness, but a necessity.  Some were able to reach it through natural means, some required more extreme methods like hypnosis...or some kind of deeply traumatic event which forced the brain to awaken such

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