Christopher Vogler The Writers Journey
T r i u m p h m a y be fleeting but
for now they savor its p l e a s u r e s .
We Seekers look at one another with growing smiles. We've won the right to be called heroes.
For the sake of the Home Tribe we faced death, tasted it, and yet lived. From the depths of
terror we suddenly shoot up to victory. It's time to fill our empty bellies and raise our voices
around the campfire to sing of our deeds. Old wounds and grievances areforgotten. The story
of our journey is already being woven.
You pull apartfrom the rest, strangely quiet. In the leaping shadows you remember those who
didn't make it, and you notice something. You're different. You've changed. Part of you has
died and something new has been born. You and the world will never seem the same. This too
is part of the Reward for facing death.
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