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Horror is tied to life like a tree to light.
unfortunately, self-awareness doesn’t make anyone Wonder Woman,
She always imagined violence as a crashing of waves that engulfed the rocks until bursting against the flesh of something living,
children accentuate the mortality of their parents,
words are a finicky, miserly fiction, a trap that hides organic chaos behind a false dramaturgy of order.
because it was better to set your feet on the cement of verbal logic than lie naked in the ocean of your own mind.
But fear—she would have liked to tell her mother before she died—was biological and had an inhuman language.
A panic attack is like burning up in water, falling upward, freezing in a fire, walking against yourself, your flesh solid and your bones liquid,
“A volcano is like a person’s mind: a mountain in which madness burns,”
God is fear)
When the idea of good and evil disappears, all that’s left is nature and its violence.
I think if there’s only one God, I mean, one Elder Thing, an eternal, omnipotent creature that could wipe us out in the blink of an eye, it would have to be one who doesn’t care about us in the slightest, who plays with us as if we were just another source of entertainment within the vast universe. Think about it, Miss Clara: with everything that happens on any given day in this world, would it make sense that something like the Christian God exists?
