Questions on Destiny In your book were written, every one of them, the days that were framed for me. What were you thinking when between your fingers you rolled the clod of my birthday? Did you wonder if the clay would stick to the wall if you threw it hard enough? Or, being omniscient, did you let angels play at the game for a while? Later, rolling it into a snake, what made you choose the shape? Do you really have so many flowers that you needed yet another pot? Finally, as you took it simple from the kiln, what on earth possessed you to gild it?
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