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Lord, you would think I’d shown up with both my diddies a-hanging out.
It seemed at times as though they took great joy in others’ failings, as it made them appear the better, the more pious, more likely to be included when the great rapture finally came and God gathered his flock to him.
No better hate than christian love
“It is not my pardon you need beg, it is God’s.”
If god thought womens locks were shameful then we would have made us bald
Must I swear off every pleasure in life? I am sick to death of this want to suffer needlessly. Suffering does not bring one closer to God.”
“This is not charity. Charity is for those who cannot help themselves. You are worth twice many of the men here.”
Yes, you give me something I need and I give you something you need!
Ancient being hlearned new skill: bartering system
“That is not what you want, that is what you need. You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires. What is it you wish and dream of?”
Offer them to me … the candies.” She gave him a confused look. “I just did.” “You must do better.”
Men
“Well, you need a name. I will not call you Father.” She looked him over, at his horns, then touched his shaggy fur. “Samson.” “What?” “It is fitting. I shall call you Samson. After my goat. He was a good goat.”
“Samson.” He looked at her. “Is this who you need me to be?” “Aye.” “Then, for you, I am Samson, the forest god.”
“Gods are benevolent, looking over their flock in return for their devotion. Devils vex and torment.” “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?”
God has never been an easy thing for me. Between my mother’s pagan teachings and my father’s conflicted views on Christianity, I often find myself unsure who God even is.” “Why do you limit yourself to only one?” Samson asked.
Ansel is on a rage, snooping around, spying on folks, crying Devil every time a cat farts.”
they had no more sense between them than a common chicken.
If God did indeed create all things, then did He not create Samson? Why then is Samson not but one more of God’s creatures playing His role in the Lord’s grand design? She considered how a wolf killing to feed the pack didn’t make that wolf evil, merely dangerous. And were not angels dangerous? Angels did many terrible things in the name of the Lord.
“Angels must often do dark deeds in the name of the Lord.”
“It is unprecedented, but the judge is not one to let precedent hold him back. The man is not above bending the law as it suits him either.”
Sounds like trump
“You would do well not jumping out of bushes upon women touting muskets, less you are wishing to be shot.”
That devious son of a bitch set them up. People are quick to blame the Indians to begin with. Always a hell of a lot easier than blaming one of your own.
“Life is nothing but riddles … we spend our whole lives puzzling them out. Sadly, as soon as we find the answer, the riddle changes. Does it not?”
this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God’s work—how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?
Seeing these fanatics break this Godly woman somehow seemed a worse crime to her than even seeing her hung.
“You think me worried about my soul?” She laughed again, loud and fierce, locking blazing eyes on Samson. “I’ve no soul left,” she growled. “They’ve crucified my fucking soul!”
“If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”
It was love, not pain, that broke her.”
Abitha managed to be astounded by the impossible: a Puritan minister and the Devil praying together, praying to Jesus and Mother Earth and who knew what else, all in an effort to save her.
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!
