02.14.2003 2:25 pm
creation

God was a woman. On the third day of creation, she cried. Just like the previous two days. Everything was going to go all to shit, her prescience told her so. But she was tied as inevitably to her fate as her creations were to theirs, so each tear that fell enacted the creation, making rivers and oceans. She tried to wipe them up with her hand, and she made mountains, valleys, continents. Her beings, whom she made on the first day, were set adrift in the seas and washed ashore on the beaches. According to where they were, they became fish, sea creatures, mammals, reptiles, humans.

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