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Meg began calling urgently, "Sporos! Farandolae! Come away from the Echthroi. You will dance yourselves to death. Come to Senex and Deepen. This is what you were born to do. Come!"
Some of the farandolae faltered. others whirled the faster, crying, "We don't need to Deepen. That's only an old superstition. It's a stupid song they sing, all this Glory, glory glory. We are the ones who are glorious."
"The stars---" Meg called desperately.
"Another superstition. There are no stars. We are the greatest beings in the universe."
Ugliness from the Echthroi seeped past Meg and to Sporos. "Why do you want to Deepen?"
Sporos's twingling was slightly dissonant. "Farandolae are born to Deepen."
"Fool. Once you Deepen and put down roots you won't be able to romp around as you do now."
"But---"
The strength and calm of Senex cut through the ugliness. "It is only when we are fully rooted that we are really able to move."
Indecision quivered throughout Sporos.
Senex continued, "It is true, small offspring. Now that I am rooted I am no longer limited by motion. Now I may move anywhere in the universe. I sing with the stars. I dance with the galaxies. I share in the joy--- and in the grief. We farae must have our part in the rhythm of the mitochondria, or we cannot be. If we cannot be, then we are not."
-- A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L'Engle



God has been teaching me lately that only a life utterly and completely surrendered to Him is worth living. It is what we are meant to do. It is what we must do if we desire to truly live.