Wouldn’t it be nice to believe in a creator who will have felt and remembered what it’s like to be behind everything, when I can barely contain the bliss of the perfect sentence, the ripe lychee. 

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Leibniz believed this was the best world possible, otherwise God couldn’t be good, which he couldn’t imagine, though his imagination went hard: he said the universe was made up of monads, indivisible and immaterial and fundamental titbits that take up no space, windowless as fruit, but each mirroring the entire universe; God has to keep every one of them in mind at all times, else he’ll drop them and they’ll fall to the floor and then what, might God drown in the mirrorjuice? 

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Go to the market, smell those mouths dropped open from the branches to which they were so attached.