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The tribe of the medicine man had settled into that region for some  few centuries before the arrival of God and they knew little if  anything of their familiar biology with gorillas and chim-  panzees and other monkeys and apes and inferably just as  little with those of proto-species such as erectus and habilis  and yet the medicine man and his people did not suffer in  their way of life for this lack of education.  Listening to the spirit that was all but ubiquitous in their human  blood, they found direction and purpose in the simple wants  of hunger and mating and community. They were careful both  of arrogant pride and excessive humility and as generations  passed took primacy and supremacy in that glorious landscape  by hunting and farming and carrying ceremonies from one  generation to another and in little time at all various potions were  derived from cacti and their flowers and their culture and  offsp...

  1.  Feet slung into the air of the living room, bones drunk on equanimity, beer gracefully in hand, God knew something he didn't say. His furry mouth, sweat soaked, the breath like chewed green grapes, and his eyes closed, he would have practically no earthly basis of reason why his life then was to become undone then. Clear-drunk, the high that seems to ease not merely the possibility of damage received, but the fact it had ever been. Warm confidence and purpose in his happy gut, gentle love streaming through his veins, arteries, nerves. Every cell within purged of the trespasses and defilements that he'd been charged with during the centuries and millennia of his strange, agile, balanced and unbalanced existence.  The Great City steamed in the abbreviated winter, sparsely occupied subways more like runaway dogs unguided in their destinations than transporters of any sort of person at all.  The television in God's living room played an ad "paid...