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Today I find the men ripping out the old cement. They stand above it with jackhammers undoing decades in one day, two—a week at the longest stretch.
The earth, this naked body, now says: “What am I supposed to do with all of this empty space? When will I learn to receive the rain? How do I breathe, if not also again believe?”
Still I live under the heavy weight. Even after I’m freed. After the men—philosophers, all of them, in gloves and goggles—have gone away to destroy other things.
“But how do we really believe what the Bible says?” I ask the Jehovah’s Witness who has come knocking on my door.
“Because it says so in the Bible.”
“Because the Bible says so?”
“Yes. It says so in the Bible for instance that people are going to be resurrected and reports eight instances of humans brought back to life on earth, and so that’s why we believe in the resurrection.”
“Let me get this straight. The Bible says to believe in whatever it says to believe in and because the Bible says so—“
“—and gives evidence.”
“Yes, and gives evidence. Because the Bible says so and supports what it says with its own evidence, then that’s why we believe it?”
“We believe what the Bible says because the Bible says to believe what it says?”
“Okay, that makes sense,” I say, nodding my head. “Where do I sign up?”