It does.” “You sure?” “Yes.” “Thought that was omnipotent.” “No. “That doesn't mean I know everything.” Brutha bit his lip. and I was a tortoise.” “Why?” “How should I know? I don't know!” lied the tortoise. “And you were going to be a bull?” he said. And lo, he thought, there was another leaf. Let there be another leaf:” Brutha pulled one off the nearest plant. ill?” The tortoise put its foot on a leaf. “Better than I have for months.” “Months?” said Brutha. “I feel a lot better now,” said the tortoise. In the rain-forests of Brutha's subconscious the butterfly of doubt emerged and flapped an experimental wing, all unaware of what chaos theory has to say about this sort of thing. And hearing him talk about the SeptArchs as if they were just. great big beard in the sky, or sometimes, when He comes down into the world, as a huge bull or a lion or. All my life, Brutha thought, I've known that the Great God Om-he made the holy horns sign in a fairly half-hearted way?-was a. The Great God Om, although currently the small god Om, ate a lettuce leaf. He hoed the bean rows for the look of the thing.
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