Mary fucked God.
God didn’t light a cigarette after, first of all 'cause He doesn’t have any lungs, and second of all SMOKING CAUSES ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION.
So what’s it like, fucking God?
Imagine the most spectacular sunset you’ve ever seen – say in the Philippines, when the skies are painted yellowish-pink between one blue and the other, above the limestone cliffs, that rise from the sea like the earth’s erection; Or in Cadiz, in front of a bursting primordial orange, that for a moment makes you think you’re gonna crash into the sun – Well, imagine all of that entering your cervix. Furthermore – when you make love to the almighty – both the Alpha and the Omega – it’s not only that He’s inside you, filling you up with a sensation you’ve never experienced – and probably never will – that everything is actually OK, and always has been and always will be, that you’re safe, someone’s looking after you, it’s not only that, ‘cause God – same way He’s inside He’s also outside, and he wraps you, wraps you like a womb with the infinite Goodness of creation, and you know that every malice and every pain and every goodbye along the way were nothing but extras, extras in the magnificent drama that was directed by that very same Goodness, and you see the Beginning and the Ending and everything in between them as if they were one Quantic-Singular moment, and you realize that time itself is nothing but a short pause in eternity, and you let it carry you and dissolve you, and you finally allow yourself to surrender, until you disappear in it.
So that night, Mary experienced all of that.
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