A sad and sickly little child who wept alot, i walked with a painful limp until i was five or so. Around that time, I started making my famous ball of string, which was formed by tying loose thread, wire, rope, twine, or fiber to the free end and winding it into a ball. It grew so immense that i got to pushing it around with two hands, using all my strength, until one day i couldn't budge it anymore. I wanted to be attached to life, and like the threads of dreams and stories one lives out, clothing one's little origination point with one's destiny until one actually begins to appear like what one has learned.
-Martin Pretchtel from 'Secrets of the Talking Jaguar'
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