“You can heal,” says the gargoyle. “I believe it is just a question of mind over matter. You will learn. Look how strong you are. You have just dug your way through six feet of frozen ground with your bare hands.”
I look back up at it. It doesn"t seem to mind that I was heading off without saying goodbye.
“But look,” I say, as I try to manipulate my bone back inside my leg, “OK, no pain or suffering ever again. That"s a big thing, obviously. That"s good. But what"s the flipside? No pleasure, no enjoyment, no love?”
A small squirt of water, some residue from recent rain or snow, spills from the gargoyle"s mouth but it doesn"t seem to notice.
“It is not like that with you now. You can take or leave all of those things. It just comes down to your prescript, to the terms placed upon yo
