| | Scale fucks with my head. Angelic scale with human head, human scale with angelic head -- oy. You go dizzy. What does one do -- having been immaterially present at the Divine ejaculation that brought matter into being -- what does one do with...a daisy? How is consciousness -- especially the troubled hybrid I'm walking around with at the moment -- to reconcile these extremities? Having observed newborn galaxies tossed prodigally, milkily, into the void, having straddled event horizons and strolled bodilessly 'twixt time's wrinkles and matter's loops -- how, exactly, am I to accommodate the crenulations of Harriet's toenails? Am I to apprehend seconds and caraway seeds that have called aeons trifles and held gas-giants baubles fit for a Heavenly whore?
- Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer
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