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"Something happened when personal turmoil dropped by the shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. He became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. Because Worse Things had happened"

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