Verse 7
Sometime in the next week Maury awoke while counting the hours he had worked and calculating the wealth he would need to escape his past and be born again in a nation that was not his. He wondered why Africans were born in Africa, Europeans in Europe, Chinese in China and so on. He imagined clicking gods far away studying their own singularly confusing creation with varying degrees of magnification. At level ten they see the pumping flow of history through the veins of power and sublimation. Level one hundred they see the inevitable tide of culture rising over geography and surmounting towering mountains and damming unfordable rivers. Language and humanity collided, and the gift of culture gave texture to individual screaming lives born into the cosmic vacuum back at level one. Th
