Both the Baby and the Priest

Which seed is he? One erupts into an ecstasy: spews

color, fluff and thrills: another germinates toxicity –

whatever swallows it, it kills. He seeks unending evidence

of the miraculous: he will do anything to find and follow it.

"Only connect," he says, more for effect than from

experience. Forster was naive. Sometimes all it's possible

to do is grieve. But what should I believe? To him,

the Universe is one baptismal font and feast – and he

is both the baby and the priest. To what more sensibly

availing well do I elect to go? What the hell do I know?

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