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Circle of Life

Tao: Dar, what do you think?
Dar: What is it?
Tao: It’s called writing.
Dar: It looks like charcoal.
Tao: Yes, but you use the charcoal to make the writing. what do you think it is?
Dar: The track of some animal with strange feet.
Tao: Well, uh, in a way you’re right. I have clumsy feet. It’s me. Tao.
Dar: It doesn’t look like you.
Tao: No, well, it represents me. It says my name.
Dar: I can’t hear it say anything.
Tao: When you look at it, it says “Tao”. It’s like a sign.

Curupira: My animals don’t kill their own kind. Only humans kill just to kill.
Dar: He wasn’t killed by a human.
Curupira: You only see the obvious. You’re worthless. Find out what’s happening, Beastmaster.

Dar: You talk too much. You’re like a honey bee that doesn’t stop buzzing.
Tao: I know I talk a lot. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m concerned.
Dar: What for?
Tao: Concerned for the dead tigers. I’m concerned for Ruh.
Dar: Don’t be.

Ancient One: Sentimentality. It can make you crazy.
Sorceress: Human beings can make you crazy.
Ancient One: Yes, that, too.

Ancient One: Dwell in the past and there will be no future.

Sorceress: Somehow I feel connected to what I create.
Ancient One: You’re being seduced by your maternal instincts. Just let them go. You see, the secret to sorcery is detachment. Create. Release. Create and release.
Sorceress: Easier said than done.
Ancient One: If you don’t, you become a prisoner of your children and they control you. The illusion becomes substance, and substance is mortality. And that’s the last thing you want.

Tao: Obviously someone or something is bothering you greatly. Tigers killing tigers. The whole animal kingdom turning upside down. Everything’s acting strangely. You’re acting strangely, and somehow I think it’s all connected.
Dar: You think too much!
Tao: You don’t think enough! You have all this bottled inside up and you won’t let it out. I’m trying to help you and you won’t let me. And maybe that’s because you don’t understand what friends are for. And maybe that’s why Sharak, the ferrets and Ruh won’t talk to you either!
Dar: You know nothing of my world and you never will!
Tao: Well, fine! It doesn’t seem like a very nice place!

Curupira: What have you learned?
Dar: Curupira, please help me.
Curupira: Tell me what you learned!
Dar: The animals won’t talk to me any more.
Curupira: Why?
Dar: I don’t know.
Curupira: Did you do something horrible?
Dar: No. It’s just like they switched off. They’ve gone crazy in their heads, and I’m not one of them any more.
Curupira: You’re part of them. If they’re crazy, then maybe you are, too.
Dar: Yes. Everything’s different now.
Curupira: Then fix it, Beastmaster. You’re not so special. If you can’t do it, I’ll find somebody else. I won’t loose my animals to some worthless human. Humans are helpless and useless. I don’t know why they were put on this earth in the first place.

Tao: Ruh did this? I don’t believe it.
Dar: We talked.
Tao: Tell me. What about?
Dar: He said they only reason he didn’t kill me was because of the past, when we were friends.

Dar: Something is driving the animals mad, and me as well.
Tao: I’ve been thinking about that. Before you start, thinking is what I do.

Dar: Friends don’t hurt friends.
Tao: Not intentionally.
Curupira: You’re wrong. Humans hurt everything all the time.
Beastmaster, I have a question for you. Which hurts more, the claws of a tiger or that you were betrayed by a friend.
Dar: That I almost betrayed a friend hurts more.

Curupira: What is this?
Tao: It’s writing, actually my name.
Curupira: You understand these marks?
Tao: Of course I do. I wrote them.
Curupira: Come with me. I don’t like to wait.
Dar: Curupira, he’s my friend. Don’t you hurt him.
Curupira: Your friends hurt you.

Ketzwayo: The tiger didn’t kill him, but I’ll fix that. He has to die before I can kill that little green rat, Curupira. Perhaps you’d like to kill her? No, no, I’m reserving that for myself. She killed me once, so fair is fair.

Ketzwayo’s poems to Curupira:

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
The end is near
For the likes of you”

“It’s over for you
and the Beastmaster, too
Revenge is sweet
Dearie, little Funny Feet”

Ancient One: I like this game. No luck. No cards. Nothing to throw, just pure intellect. And when I play by myself, I never loose.

Ancient One: Perhaps what I’ve done is wrong, but what I do is neither right nor wrong. It just is. Conscience is a terrible thing. It makes cowards of us all.

Tao: What do you know if this burning forest?
Dar: It’s a place of dead souls.
Tao: Dead souls?
Dar: They go there at the end of the circle of life to suffer.
Tao: Suffering after you’re dead, that presumes a hereafter, another existence.