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So Una gave herself to God to be kneaded -- a worm within the mud. The walls of the body were just about nothing -- they were liquid or putty. They were ready -- to be shaped into anything.
She fell off an invisible cliff without any purchase at all. The risk of death -- well, it was more than a risk. Was this nothing but the force of gravity? Was God really there?
As for gravity, that too was no more than a shape that God shaped.
All of the elements dissassembled and gave themselves to God.
I hate a world where all the creatures eat each other, she cried. But the cry, that was eaten too.
And the falling continued to fall. She felt her being continue to pull into pieces, softish ones. A poor shell-less invertebrate, what could it do but expose its own weakness in utter hope?
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