Mother, what can we do with our Gnostic? How will we make him smile?
How you love your disgust, philosopher. You love it more than anything. It’s a kind of triumph, your disgust.
What do we add up to, we two? Uma asks. What do we add to the universe? Our affair: what does it mean? What’s the next twist in our sordid little world? What are we going to make happen?
I’ll bet you can’t swim. You look like the sort that can’t swim.
This isn’t our world.
Says who?
We’re not part of this. We’re not part of the lying … and the poisoning. We have to remember that: that it’s all poison and lies. We have to remember that we don’t come from here. We aren’t of this. Even you.
Even me, philosopher?
Are you feeling extra-specially gnostic today?
But how could a Gnostic bring children into the world? How could I even ask?
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