Let's talk about books: The history of the child and the hunting falcon "To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed"
I read this book about four years ago and since the first time this story has been in my deepest part. "To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed" in that moment I saw a lot of sense (more of the due) now even more and I want to share it with you. Quoted in the book City of Bones specifically in the second part "Easy is the descent", chapter 11 "Magnus Bane". Who had said that love was the gift of life, the most beautiful thing that could be experienced, the purest and cleanest of the soul? At his young age Jace Wayland had to learn the lesson of his life and not in a good way. When Valentine Morgenstern passed himself off as Michael Wayland, making him believe his adopted son named Jace Wayland, he gave him a hawk on one of his birthdays.
"There was once a child," Jace began.
Clary interrupted him immediately.
-A child shadow hunter?
-Of course. For a moment, a grim amused tone colored his voice; Then he disappeared. When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a hawk to train him. Hawks are raptors ... they kill birds, his father told him, they are the hunters of shadows in the sky.
The hawk did not like the boy, and the boy did not like him either. His sharp beak made him nervous, and his shining eyes always seemed to be watching him. The bird attacked him with his beak and claws every time he approached him. For weeks, his wrists and hands did not stop bleeding. He did not know, but his father had selected a hawk that had lived wild for more than a year, and therefore was almost impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obey him, and he wanted to please his father.
- She stayed with the bird constantly, talking to keep her awake and even putting music to her, because a tired one was supposed to be easier to tame. He learned to operate the equipment: the leashes, the hood, the hood, the fish market, the strap that held the hawk to his wrist. He was supposed to keep the hawk blind, but he did not have the courage to do it; instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him while he touched and caressed his wings, wishing with all his might that he learn to trust him. He fed her with his hand, and at first the hawk refused to eat. Later he ate with such ferocity that the beak struck the child in the palm of his hand. But the boy was happy, because it was a progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird left him without blood to get it.
He began to see that the hawk was beautiful, that its thin wings were meant for speed in flight, that it was strong and fast, fierce and delicate. When it descended to the ground, it moved like light. When he learned to describe a circle and lay on his wrist, he almost shouted with joy. Sometimes the bird jumped on his shoulder and put the beak in his hair. He knew that his hawk loved him, and when he was sure that he was not only domesticated but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, hoping that he would be proud.
-But instead, his father took the bird, now domesticated and confident, in his hands and broke his neck. I told you to make him obedient, "his father told him, and dropped the lifeless body of the hawk on the ground. But you have taught him to love you. Hawks do not exist to be loving pets: they are ferocious and wild, ruthless and cruel. This bird was not tamed; He had lost his identity.
-Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until finally the father sent a servant to take the body of the bird and bury it. The boy did not cry again, and he never forgot what he had learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed.
Clary, who had been lying motionless, barely breathing, rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.
"It's a horrible story," she exclaimed, indignant.
Jace had his legs bent up, with his chin on his knees.
-It is? He asked meditatively.
-The father of the child is a horrible being. It's a story about child abuse. I should have foreseen that it would be something like what shadow hunters consider to be a bedtime story. Anything that gives you frightening nightmares ...
"Marks can sometimes provide frightening nightmares," Jace said. If you do them when you're too young.
He looked at her thoughtfully. The mid-afternoon light penetrated through the curtains and turned the young man's face into a study in contrasts.
"Claroscuro," she thought. The art of shadows and light.
"It's a good story if you think about it," he said. The child's father only tries to make him stronger. Inflexible.
"But you must learn to yield a little," Clary said with a yawn; despite the content of the story, the cadence of Jace's voice had dozed her. Or your heart breaks.
"Not if you're strong enough," Jace replied firmly.
He reached out, and she felt him caress her cheek with the back; He understood that his eyes were closing. Exhaustion made the bones liquid; It felt like it was going to be dragged away and disappear. As he sank into sleep, he heard the echo of words in his mind. "He gave me anything he wanted. Horses, weapons, books, even a hunting hawk. "
I have not been able to sleep.
Between the execution of a terrible act
and your first impulse, the whole interval is
as a vision or as a horrible dream!
The spirit and the bodily powers
then they celebrate counsel, and the state of man,
similar to a small kingdom, suffers
a true insurrection!***
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