Musings
We are again traveling with Master Habib's caravan. The sleen that so terrified me belongs to him, though I do not pretend to understand how he had it trained so well. Even earth lion tamers and such do not treat their animals so casually. Perhaps Gorean men not only are Masters over their slaves, but of other animals as well.
It makes me laugh to read that last sentence again. I am surprised to see that I so easily equate slaves with animals and did so without thinking as if it were the most natural thing to say. He has told me that I have changed, but until something brings it to mind, I don't think too much about these changes. I just am.
If I do think about it, there is less of a sense of loss than I would have expected. I don't see that there is any aspect of my personality that has been taken away or stifled. Rather, I think a side of me has blossomed that prior to this had been repressed and not allowed to fully develop. As I said once before in this journal ... I am me and yet I am not. And still ... I feel this blossoming has only just begun.
We are getting closer to Ar and Samsara. I think I am going to miss this time on the road and hushed evenings by a campfire.