Sentence The Sixhundredandseventyeighth

 

Communication with The Creator, Little Levy Balquhidder knew, from long experience, was a process of osmosis, with no time span – it might be as short as the length of a mandil, or the distance between galaxies, so little, or so much might be passed between them – but the hackles did not rise as The Creator considered, during which time, it felt to Levy's Spirit, simply like floating in an anthophilous haze for an eternity.