“The feeling is bittersweet. I am sad because I am no longer the wolf that I was. And I’m happy because I’m no longer the wolf that I was. But above all I once was a wolf. I am a creature of time, but I still remember that it’s the highest moments that count—moments scattered through your life like grains of barley at harvest time—not where you start and not where you end up. Perhaps one cannot remain a wolf all one’s life. But that is never what it was about. One day the gods will once again decide to give me no hope. Perhaps this will be soon. I hope not; but it’s going to happen. When it does, I shall do my best to remember the wolf cub pinned to the ground by his neck.” — Mark Rowlands, The Philosopher and the Wolf

“Wolf 2”
Creative Commons, Robert Dewar
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