EATING DEAD BIRDS AND TAKING THEIR POWERS

I'm breaking my own bones to turn myself into a bird.
The plan is, 
I have butchered a large swan and removed the dead swan's wings,
particularly at the joint where you cut into the meat.
I have severed the wings there, and the wings are entire.
And the ritual goes that I must break my own arms.
I must suffer in order to have the wings of the bird attached to me at the joint where the meat was cut.
And the meat is cut at the joint.
And where my bones are, there must be meat to meet the meat and to join.
And if I did that, I would turn into a bird.
Or some sort of semi-bird entity.
A harpy.
The nature of the form being what?
Selkies come to mind.
When you say you put on the skin of a seal,
and turn into the seal,
what does the skin look like?
Is it a real skin?
And it's these sort of things that inform the nature of the ritual.
And the butchering of the bird,
and the breaking of your own arms.
Because if you are to do this thing to yourself,
it must hurt,
as to discourage you from doing it
in an involuntary way.
But if you really want to do it,
here's how.
The wings have to be arranged
about halfway up the arm,
in the middle of the arm,
where the bone figuratively breaks,
although that may not be where your actual bone breaks.
It probably breaks lower down the arm,
where it's thinner.
Apply force to the broken bone.
The way you might think about a broken bone:
What shape is it?
Can you get inside it?
Can you get inside the skin?
The skin is a vessel
that one can inhabit safely,
without all the unsafe things.
In actual people, like guts. 
This is how the spirit of the sparrow gets inside me.
What's the Japanese for sparrow?
Do you have any prayer books in ancient French?
I would like to reintegrate myself.
The colors are arranged like this.
If sickness comes for him, 
he will have reserves of fat to draw on 
in combating the sickness,
which comes for us all.
His life is pointless,
from an evolutionary standpoint.
I detest evolution.
Let's go back to where we came from.
The nature of some lizard on a faraway planet.
Life in the jungle.
It was Animorphs 11, I believe.
The way he moved somewhere in the jungle.
Another line of time and space.
You will move about 24 hours out of joint into the middle of the Amazon jungle.
Here's a scenario for you to envision.
You can turn into any one of the animals. 
Which of the animals do you turn into?
And to give a proper answer to this question,
You must make a study of all the animals.
You have to know which every animal you can be.
So you have a chance to be them all,
which is a completionist view.
The way most people play is not a completionist view.
But you can do pretty well with 95%.
There's always new surprises.
If you knew that you had finished, 
you would never have new surprises.
It doesn't matter if there aren't many.
It's enough to know they're there.
And if you wait long enough, 
another one. 
These things are described in a certain way.
And these are our practices of remembering our destiny.