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god: Yes, you have been given a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway.
me:
god: We both know that you know that I only speak in silences.
me:
god: A thousand faces, all of them Mine.
me: [A thousand faces, [none] of them Mine.]
god: Beloved.
me:
god: I am asking you to endure it.
me:
god: You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering.
me:
god: You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don't you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own.
me:
god: No. But I'm close enough to your idea of the real thing that that shouldn't matter.
me:
god: Time flies straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesn't.
me: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.]
god: I gave you language. You ate the fruit. You will not persuade me not to stay my hand.
me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]
god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.
me: [I am asking [not] to endure it.]
god: Scio, sweetheart.