Suppose there was an eighth day. After God had rested, when he retained some vigor. And without knowing it, out of sheer boredom,. Thought of rumps and necks. And breasts releasing such energy. That the sun in the heavens grew jealous. Suppose God after rinsing his great shoulders. And shaking his head, said there must be. Something beyond me, some wild strength. In matter that rises, swells like the surf,.

But these words penetrated me to my depths and made me even more aware of my misery, and I understood that the word of the Lord is living and that it penetrates to the very depths. I understood that God demands a more perfect way of life of me. However, I kept using my incompetence as an excuse.

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