So this letter is meant for God and Abel, though I don't know how to send it or if anybody else does. If anybody ever finds this letter, if you can find a way to send this to God I'll be very grateful.
It's been a little more over 30 years since The Flood. From the way people talk about it you'd think everybody died, but it couldn't have even been one in a hundred who actually got themselves killed. Maybe if you were closer to the Mediterranean you got killed, but people here just hiked themselves to the Zagros mountains, and a lot of people whose houses were made of mudbrick just camped out on the roof and fished.
The Flood wasn't that big an event. ...Oh it was big, but it mostly because it made us shelter in place for two years. It was just a pre-echo of the real event that came for us within the flood's cause.
We thought The Flood focused everything, solved everything, clarified everything, and obliterated from our minds all the trivial drek. The generation before the flood was a generation of partisanship and violence. We were the generation of unity and love.
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