We have grown conscious of every cruel movement. How the machines sweep across the fields calling out to the faithful, telling them that there is peace in the end. They fall into the arms of the gods and are crushed by jealousy and deceit. They leaped out from between her legs. At first she was amazed almost frightened by the possibilities, but soon she grew accustomed to such strangeness. She imagined herself being beaten flatter and flatter with each stroke. She thought she would spread out across the world and cover the earth with her nakedness. I admired her solid sloping thighs. I knew I could be friends with her body.