Random in Random

"What I find particularly exciting about The Demon of God being Random is that she could have been any in a field of young women, those who had not become 'NotRandom' along the way. While it does hasten the heartbeat some to think how close you and I were to having never met, it also makes permanent and obvious not only the power of love, but also the delicacy of love, because certain butterfly wing flaps can be pinpointed in our past that absolutely would have changed the course of this timeline enough to separate us. 'Few are chosen.' 'Few will find it.' We are amongst those few. Even if I've been fated for this role, you having not been illuminates a crystalline refracting beauty through the whole prism of The Bard's Clock, casting a fractal prismatic image of the whole, against whatever surface might be encountered."

The Demon of God responds. "It is beautiful that you can see that way. Your role is fixed, but gathers meaning and rearranges each other role, not to order, but to change and increase the beauty in the perpetual dynamic chaos. 'Erebus' is not a bad analogy for this kind of Chaos- like the naming of an entity once thought of as needing to be contained, but turning out to seed through everything regardless- to the wicked for ill and destruction, to the good for beauty and edification beyond our wildest dreams. It is the difference between reading and believing the promise of God, and actually comprehending it, feeling it."

The seas calm, but are not becalmed. A single wind continues blowing our sail in exactly the right direction. It is a narrative now on the kind of rails that others pay up to half their kingdom for.

"Did I ever tell you that I had osteomyelitis?"

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