Everything is slipping through my hands. Even if I was not losing my grip, it would be impossible to seal off the cracks. I'm trying to preserve these writings in the sand, building barriers against wind and water. I'm trying to preserve this vessel, taking more care now that the vessel has begun to show more than just slight cracks. The cracks are widening, and the vessel is beginning to leak.

God does not sustain his/her children; she/he eats them. The children eat, only to become food for the God. It is not unlike the fattening of the lamb; sacrifice, or "one for all, and all for one." The "whole that is greater than the sum of its parts", the hermaphrodite, is the sacrificial body.

" The real body. To be real, it must be bodily; and to be a body is to be eaten. The humiliation in incarnation; to become bread. to be eaten: to be consumed by sorrow, sickness, and death." Love's Body. 169. There is no time other than sacrificial time; there is no becoming that is not simultaneously unbecoming; the cracks begin when the vessel begins taking form.