Cruel.

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I hear it on the wind.  The little bird brings me much.  Blasphemous as well?  Oh, don't be shy children.  Approach with your whispers.  One thing, however, at a time.

As for feckless callousness, I assure you there was nothing feckless or callous about what I wrote.  If I wish to be mean, you won't have any doubts.  You might not be able to breath for a few moments.  Much longer if that little bit stopped your breath.  Even at distance, much more so in my presence.  Merely I have been clarifying.  Should you wish the lash, all that is required is a more direct request.  Don't just push the line, step over it.  You won't be the first woman I have fathered.  Most women have not, these days, been schooled rightly.  I can, have, and probably will.  Should I find a woman who even understands her place in reality, and my world, and be interested in fulfilling those roles with me.  Even without that, it seems.

If I wish to crush you, of mind and spirit, that is less a task than to physically harm you.  Doubt, protest my impotence, but through tears from a minor discussion?  Really?  Who is delusional, exactly?  Careful youngling.  Even if you be twice my age, as a woman, at times, you are as a child unto me.  I won't negotiate.  I know from experience, I don't have to acquiesce... and shouldn't.

As to going against God?  Why?  Because I used a seeming non-believer's art to depict a dogma that has been allowed to languish while the Church is reduced from the Bride of Christ to just some Jezebel?  And daughters of men, of Eve, of Mary, are allowed to become foul untamed asses, free to all comers and their own passions?  And then go on to murder their own children so they can do it more?  Careful when you push those buttons.  I am the least of what you should fear, mind you.  I advise, and for a reason, and the way I do.  Doubt in your insecurity, deny if you wish, but you cannot undo God's will.  Shoot the messenger if you will, that would actually be a quite great honor.  Further, I will offer you the first stone, should you see that as right.  Not that I would simply allow you to throw it, mind you.  I think you would lose, one, two, and yes, probably three ways.  Unlike you, and your notions, I would make it quick.  Your rage should warn your heart and mind that your notions are not correct.  Especially if you were born a man.  Women?  I understand you are of passion.  But if that passion is untamed, it will be your ruin, which is why you shouldn't vote.  There is a reason women weren't allowed to do the stoning, by the way.  Oh?  You... didn't know?  Consider yourself just a wee better educated.  You may thank me later.

There are things far worse than death, and certainly worse than a bruised ego.  There are things worth pricking egos, even destroying psyches, if done for the right reasons, directly, and honestly.  I pray, always, to be free of excesses, and yet to have the strength to do what is right.  And then I walk forward and do just that, as I see it.  No more, no less.

Well, off to... something.  Sleep is still quite odd.  I have just been letting it happen as it must.  I am attempting to take medication properly, and eat.  But, it's all so... blurry.  Extra sleep does help to keep things coherent, but in a much smaller and smaller circle further down in me.  I haven't surrendered to near coma though.  I am simply retreating as I have no real means of resisting at the moment.

If you think me a monster now, wait until I wake.  A dragon, but of God?  Hmm...  Attempt to slay the dragon if you must.  Just understand, God's will cannot be unmade.  I have, however, told you how best to do it.  Good luck.  Not even I could do it.

Later!