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"But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."
When Suibhne was cursed at Mag Rath, he was driven from the battlefield into the branches. He lost his crown, his court, his place in the world of men. But in the trees he found something the court could never give him — a voice that was entirely his own. The frenzy that was meant to destroy him became the thing that made him a poet.
To take flight is not escape. It is transformation. It is the willingness to leave behind what is familiar and listen for what the branches have to say. Every essay, every chapter, every piece of research published here is written from that posture — attentive, uncertain, and unwilling to land until the words are right.
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St Moling listened to Suibhne without judgment, then wrote the story and kept the poetry. John Climacus climbed the Ladder by the same habit — visiting the desert fathers to listen and record. Take flight is that discipline: ascent by attention, not escape.
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