II. Monumental

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[CW: religious themes]

I climb the sharp rock, a distant ache growing in my marrow instead of my feet. The mountain felt insubstantial, like walking upon the Gates of Heaven.

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."

This world is green and grey and bleak.

(I should have donned yellow. Or maybe white...)

"Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters."

I spot before me the beast. Gargantuan, colossal, and stony, harsh spikes jutted out of its back like boulders. I approached with reverence, and on silent feet.

"And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light."

There was serenity in its monumentality, and I looked up and saw no face and no eyes.

(What is perception, anyway?)

"Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee"

And I looked up and said, "What must I give for salvation?"

"How great Thou art, how great Thou art"

And it answered.

"How great Thou art, how great Thou art"

And its words shook the earth.

("Are we not all just marionettes on strings?")

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