Men were afraid of the monster of uncertainty they called Hell. It lay in a puddle of fire and through the oceans, over light years, and every light year was horrid. But Sophia had missed her old world and she did never cling to the new one. For from her dream she was now awake. Forever real and never to be destroyed. To determine to believe and to sing it out was to be there. Whole and giving. Men had remained silent for a long time. And Sophia danced with their elders. For she had defied fate itself. What had she to fear but starvation after all.
…They could not take the chance, not with their straightness.
Hadi Atallah 
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