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How did I come to be here, out in the middle of the sea? I always kept the land just to my left by day. The question is as much rhetorical as it is important. Of course I drifted out during the night. I was rocked into a genital sleep by my watery lovers night times motion. I last remember Inanna in the sky, one before the new moon. Her silver sliver winked at me as if to say “oh the things I have planned for you”. I was always told never to question the will of the gods but damned I’ll be if I shant rail to the heaven and earth out of pure human existence.