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I knew from a thousand conversations that she never worried about that place. Maybe it was real and full of saints and poets, or maybe it was poetry itself. Her concern was this place. This animal world with its unfurling dread and convulsive wars and fabricated certainties, and its breathtaking storms across the water.
Who will ransom earth and water? What new son or what new daughter? Who will make of many, one? What new daughter? What new son?
He told this story from behind lenses so thick you could sometimes not see his eyes at all—then he’d turn five degrees and boom, he was all pupiled iris right up in your teeth.
Nothing sinks your spirit like your own cruelty.
She said Pastor Leake was a decent man who often mistook his worldview for the world, a common churchman’s error. She said the church was a broken compass. That our job always and forever was to refuse Apocalypse in all its forms and work cheerfully against it.
