Still Sure of the Road
Belacqua is folded in the shade of a boulder, too lazy even for the posture of waiting. Heaven must bear him round as long as he put off the sigh of repentance. He is not confused about the mountain. He can see it. He has made delay the climate. The lostness here is a schedule: I will start when starting costs nothing.
Key Insight
Knowing the path and occupying it are different crafts. If your plan requires a season in which effort is free, you are not preparing. You are furnishing the boulder.
“Behooves so long that heaven first bear me round without its limits, as in life it bore, because I to the end repentant sighs delayed.”







