But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.

After all, what is suffering but an awareness of suffering?

But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.

You don’t have a soul, so you can’t be baptized. All animals are like that. I think it’s unfair and sometimes I don’t believe it. After all, what would heaven be without birds or dogs or horses? And what about trees and flowers? They don’t have souls either. Does that mean heaven looks like a cement parking lot? I suppose this is what the nuns call a theological problem.

I am she who lifts the mountains When she goes to hunt, Who wears mamba for a headband And a lion for a belt. Beware! I swallow elephants whole And pick my teeth with rhinoceros horns, I drink up rivers to get at the hippos. Let them hear my words! Nhamo is coming And her hunger is great. I am she who tosses trees Instead of spears. The ostrich is my pillow And the elephant is my footstool! I am Nhamo Who makes the river my highway And sends crocodiles scurrying into the reeds!

Heroes, well, they don't live so long. But they're muy suave, and we all admire them.

The high point of your life was when you knocked me down