"The time she spent adrift in intangible space, venturing through the vastness of her own parallel existence, she'd become accustomed to discounting more than her own impressions of the world. How sensible would it have been to heed others'? The renditions of her kind's genesis were infinite, obviously relative to whom spoke them. It was no use pondering correctness. The notion of the creator itself even, would prove only to be a construct of a lesser kind. In this way would she harbor a certain mindset that was: nothing comprehensible by her own senses truly governed her mortal being."
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