How could he be ashamed?
Shame was unrecognizable to Wantu. Like telling a man to feel his womb; it could only be imagined. There was no self-hatred in Wantu, no inner-critic. As far as the voice of self-hatred, Wantu was an interior mute.And how could you call him humble? Humility was not a virtue for Wantu--it was the only possible existence. Without shame there could be no off-setting grandiosity, no self-inflation. There was only Wantu. Wantu and his pigeon. Or, more accurately, pigeon and his Wantu.
Shame was unrecognizable to Wantu. Like telling a man to feel his womb; it could only be imagined. There was no self-hatred in Wantu, no inner-critic. As far as the voice of self-hatred, Wantu was an interior mute.And how could you call him humble? Humility was not a virtue for Wantu--it was the only possible existence. Without shame there could be no off-setting grandiosity, no self-inflation. There was only Wantu. Wantu and his pigeon. Or, more accurately, pigeon and his Wantu.
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