ON THE THIRD DAY

There are pressures. Forces pulling and pushing me. I move.

This is strange.

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THE SECOND DAY

I FEEL. Warm water bathing me. A blanket. The shapes seem random.

I sleep.

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001:006 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the
       waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.

001:007 And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were
       under the firmament from the waters which were above the
       firmament: and it was so.

001:008 And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the
       morning were the second day.

ON THE FIRST DAY

From Chaos came thought, random data produced pattern, mind became.

In the dark there was pain. Warm became cold. Pressure, Sound, the Taste of Blood. Input.

Opposites, Light and Dark, Cold and Warm, Pain and ... The Milk.

I hunger, need, want, desire. I am.

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But when Zarathustra was alone, he spoke to his heart: "Could it be possible? This old saint in the forest has not yet heard the news, that God is dead!"

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