The Sunken Place


In our bible there is a beginning, one borne from cosmic nothingness—a testament to human creation from the thrusts and dreams of our ancestors. The creation myth we all experience. I remember my birth. It’s here somewhere, swimming around in all this.

How I miss the darkness of before, when we were all noiseless, peaceful things. Free of worry and fingerprints and wrath, protected and fed inside the cocoon of our one, real god.

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