The Wonk’s face was ashen and her cheeks glinted with wet trails. “But then what?” she demanded. “What’s the point? What’s the reason for what happened? Is there even one?” “Now that,” God said, “is a direct and properly worded question at last. The answer to which is yes. There is a reason. The final phase of humanity’s fall had a cause, and it was just, and it had meaning, and the justice therein even had an aspect of the poetic.
