Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drink it straight. And God is the same. Too much God and you overdose. God needs to be filtered.

Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.

This above all, to refuse to be a victim.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.

I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.

Menopause. A pause while you reconsider men.