“She cannot see what you see. The darkness washes towards her like an avalanche. Like falling. She would like to step forward into it as if it were not a vacancy but a destination.”
“Jesus, Jesus he says, but he’s not praying to Jesus, he’s praying to you, not to your body or your face but to that space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe… How does it feel to be a god… ?”
—Margaret Atwood, from “Worship,” Murder in the Dark(vialifeinpoetry)
