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The Seventh Day
The Lord did not lay around lounging on the last day— having made his amazing proclamations such as let there be light and the like— rather, He throws a wonderful party, calling all angels and natural forces to join him over where the sun is born— and laughing, he makes a toast: “To every cause, an effect, and a pattern that connects. To life— death— and to time— a tick.”
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