Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Chapter Thirty-Five

Tris wakes up in a tank that's eerily familiar. Sucks to have a guy like Eric as your instructor, after all. She's practically bleeding out already and she goes in hysterics. She is only sixteen; this isn't the sort of thing she's cut out for. She attempts to thrash her way out but that's impossible. Instead, she makes a statement in accepting her death just the way it is. She lets go of everything, and he mind turns toward God.

In the Tao Te Ching it is made clear that the Tao flows in everything, and water is referenced several times. The only way to touch the Tao is to let go of attachments--to seek it without a goal in mind, and those that can touch the Tao are given the greatest peace that no one can even fathom. The God alluded to is the Christian god, but I think that anyone of any religion can affiliate with the ideas of finding their higher power in the moments before death.

But death does not come. Instead the glass shatters and her mother is there, out of sorts, and holding a gun. She makes the connection a second time that her mother was never truly Abnegation and is calmly directed toward a safe house. Divergent as she may be, her mother is without fear, and truly Dauntless, and sacrifices her life to save her daughter. I honestly cried like a baby over this. No matter what it is, paternal sacrifice always chokes me up and makes me feel extremely introspective. 

Beatrice has no time to process the events: being saved, her mother's tattoo, the soldiers--her death--all of it happens so quickly that it is little more than a blur.

"Maybe Eric is right," she thinks, "Maybe death is like exploring the unknown; but, somehow I find the strength to stand up and start running.
I am brave."

She chooses life. She chooses to make something of her mother's sacrifice, and the was when Tris was redeemed in my eyes.

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