“When God made The Man, he made them out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still, he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.”
~ Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
An attempt at an ancient myth regarding the origin of humans and bugs.
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