Ripeness can be trusted. Young women are green. I spoke horticulturally. My metaphor was drawn from fruits.

It is my belief that I could have felt no greater dismay, if the long arm of the Law had laid its hold on me while he was speaking.

I bent down and with both hands I scooped up as much of this pissshit as I could. The green and brown clump felt like Jello as it dripped down all over my clothes. It was slithering through inbetween my fingers.

A new characteristic can be added to the description of prayer: the manifestation of self to other through speech, an agonistic speech struggling for its truth, is an ordeal, an undergoing of God, a suffering of God, a theopathy.