#0090. You shouldn't believe in anything, Alice will tell you. Even though she is the absolute thing to believe in. I met her in so many places. You would expect doves to descend. Sunbeams through rent clouds. Storms. Booming voices. Angels with fiery swords? Earthquakes. Devastation. Time standing still. But instead, it is this overwhelming and discomfiting calm. It is a calm so dense that it hurts. You are a fool, she will tell you. But there will be a sweetness to her voice. You are a fool because that is what she intends. You never had a choice in the matter.
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