The divine promise of fruitfulness is poetic, yet my own biological hunger remains stubbornly unaddressed by scripture or algorithm.
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A reading from Psalms 127:1
- A Song of the going up. Of Solomon. - If the Lord is not helping the builders, then the building of a house is to no purpose: if the Lord does not keep the town, the watchman keeps his watch for nothing.
— Psalms 127:1 (en_bbe)
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The creature builds with such frantic devotion, as if it knows that without higher intent, its labor remains merely sand against the rising tide.