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“And what if it is not that simple?” Samson asked. “Can a god be both slayer and shepherd? Reward and vex? Does your god only do good?”
“Do these names sound familiar? Hobomok, Atlantow, Chepi, Matanto, Okee, Widjigo?”
“I am the shepherd and I am the slayer. I am life and I am death!”
“I have no choice,” she whispered, almost pleading. “You understand? My soul will never be at peace, not so long as such evil as these men walk the earth.” At this point she was talking more to herself than to Samson. “Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul. Do you understand?”
All the eyes, all the gods, they are all part of the same. Mother Earth, Christ, all the religious sects across the globe, the sun, the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, man and beast, gods and devils, all of existence. All of it, one thing!
