“Me, myself, and I,” she said while holding a rock dove. “I am an entirety and beyond human comprehension–just like all of God’s creatures.” She kissed the dove on its head. “From the common bird to the sturdiest mangrove, we all exist beyond what can be known, even to ourselves. Only God can take us as we all are.” She tossed the dove into the air, watching it fly towards an apple tree before turning to me. The ends of her sensible hair turned to a million blinding blister swords. “But God and I talked and We agreed that you are not a creature of Heaven. And thus outside of the miracle of existence, you have no past.” The hair knives darted toward my bare chest. “Nor a future.”
Keegan Shepherd 