Still reading Blood is Mine

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This reminds me of the Kafka story about the half-lamb half-kitten. Jane’s running normal human thought processes in her head, and she’s also running the Blood, and the two are so incompatible that she could potentially brown-note herself just by letting down some of the walls between them. She is that joke about having powers beyond your own comprehension, and she will never be able to truly understand or make peace with her own mind, because her own mind hurts itself just by observing itself.