They are all one and the same. It is the folly of men to believe one is different from the other, or more right.” She reached for the stale bun, ripping it in half. She held a piece out, offering it to the woman. Maeva refused, then slid down the wall to sit beside her. “The question is not which god. God is God. Male, female, spirit, animal—all of it, part of God. The more pressing questions are: What man is in front of me? What story must I tell in order to appease the ignorant?”
