When you die to the old life you must bury it well or you'll stumble on with the corpse of your own self strapped to your back. Bury it well and do your grieving. Set right what can be set right, with those you hurt and those who hurt you. Give up the souls you've stolen. Reclaim what was stolen from you. Then walk on and don't look back. Others will dig up your corpse. Not only enemies and abandoned lovers but your very best friends. They will exhume your bag of bones and lash it to your shoulders to prove you haven't changed. You'll be dragged, down and back. You will need a second wake, a second burial. The grave-robbers will come for you again and again to chain you to your dead self until you are changed so utterly you can only be seen by those who have changed their eyes. You'll vanish into the sunlit spaces where those who cling to the ghost of what you were cannot find you anymore.
—Robert Moss
An explanation
An explanation is not a justification. Many things can be understood that cannot be excused.
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