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21. Rarely, I approach the seat of high humility and awaiting me is the sweet creation of another member of our race. I often don't know whose, and this ignorance is the source of many hours of imaginative pleasure. Unlike many others, whose practice it is to rapidly render the foreign creation absent, I revel in this uncommon democratic opportunity, of two strange children mingling, and retain the old creation to receive the new. I do not see the other’s delight as anything particularly odd¾no more than mine, which is new and wondrous with each passing¾but familiar; cousins in the arms of Merdia. This rare event¾a family reunion in Merdia’s diverse and royal kingdom. Merdia, great goddess of democracy.
22. My love for Merdia enables me to love all things, whereas my love for other members of the pantheon enable me to love one thing.
23. Merdia gently brings me to reject the world¾for I must daily reject the world's foundation¾and accept it, for I am brought to accept this rejection as a portion of the world's foundation. Merdia brings forth, her bringing forth disappears. I bring forth from her bringing forth, my bringing forth disappears. For this space of rejection and acceptance she gently leads me to, this space known by the sages as the height of spirituality, I am most grateful.
24. Merdia, soft brown goddess of the little seas, proud, ever naked, full of gentle curves. If I were so formed, so flexible and ripe, would I not be the proudest of men? But I am not … this is why I need her.
25. Merdia brings dignity to our vicious race. She brings grace and hope. Because of this, she is the greatest of goddesses. I imagine her at the end of time, when all human achievements are ripe with desinence and have lost their smell. She will be vigorous, waiting for another better race to replace us and bestow her verdant blessings. Then the world will know its pantheon was inverted, due not to Her deficiencies but ours. Our cowardice. Our mediocrity. Our indolence.
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