Each the others world entire. - Cormac McCarthy

Dope.
They sell that shit to schoolkids.
It's worse than that.
How's that?
Schoolkids buy it.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

If you could breathe a breath so strong you could blow out the wolf. Like you blow out the copo. Like you blow out the fire from the candela. The wolf is made the way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.