The Prince of Milk

by Exurb1a

But then maybe that's how beauty keeps its market value, else the world would be full of beautiful things and no one would give a damn about any of them.

“We give all the credit to life of course, to birth, to that hideous, bloody exit from the crotch. Does death not deserve credit also? Death needs no mother to bring it into the world. Death needs no father to protect it.”

There is evil in the world, yet God claims he loves us. If he could remove that evil but chooses not to, then he is not all-loving as we're told he is. If he wants to remove that evil from the world but cannot, then why do we call him all-powerful? In any case, he's not truly God and there's nothing to be frightened of. Chin up.”

This is where we part ways. The great tragedy isn't death. It's losing each other across history. You understand that now, don't you? I'd like to see you again. So stay here until it's over.

“Come back to me,” she says. “Bloody well come back to me one day.” The cat licks her nose. “I'll give it my bestest.”