![]() ![]() So I do not ask you to swerve from your monomaniacal focus on breeding and conquest. But I am the Goddess of Everything Else and my powers are devious and subtle. The Goddess of Everything Else gave a smile and spoke in her sing-song voice saying: “I scarcely can blame you for being the way you were made, when your Maker so carefully yoked you. We wish it were otherwise, but it is not, and your words have no power to move us.” And though our hearts long for you, still we are not yours to have, and your words have no power to move us. ![]() The only goals in us are KILL CONSUME MULTIPLY CONQUER. But we are the daughters and sons of the Goddess of Cancer, and wholly her creatures. ![]() She showed them the joy of the dolphins abreast of the waves as the spray formed a rainbow around them, and all of them watched as she sang and they all sighed with longing.īut they told her “Alas, what you show us is terribly lovely. The roar of the wind on the wings of the bird, and the swiftness and strength of the tiger. She showed them the beauty of flowers, she showed them the oak tree majestic. She stood on a rock and she sang them a dream of a different existence. Then the Goddess of Everything Else trudged her way through the bog, till the mud almost totally dulled her bright colors and rainbows. And the swamps became orgies of hunger and fear and grew loud with the screams of a trillion amoebas. She said pretty much what she always says, “KILL CONSUME MULTIPLY CONQUER.” Then everything burst into life, became miniature monsters engaged in a battle of all against all in their zeal to assuage their insatiable longings. ![]() The Goddess of Cancer reached out a clawed hand over mudflats and tidepools. If visual representations would help, you can think of the first with the claws of a crab, and the second a dress made of feathers of peacocks. The first is the Goddess of Cancer, the second the Goddess of Everything Else. Imagine two principles, here in poetic personification. But I think this gets it entirely backwards it’s Good that just mutates and twists, and it’s Evil that teems with fecundity. Think Tolkien, where Morgoth can’t make things himself, so perverts Elves to Orcs for his armies. They say only Good can create, whereas Evil is sterile. ![]()
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