Margaret Weylin complained because she couldn’t find anything to complain about. - Octavia E. Butler

I got up to leave. There was nothing more to be said. He had asked for what he knew I could not give, and I had refused.

A victim of God may,
Through learning adaption,
Become a partner of God,
A victim of God may,
Through forethought and planning,
Become a shaper of God.
Or a victim of God may,
Through shortsightedness and fear,
Remain God’s victim,
God’s plaything,
God’s prey.

She glanced at him. “What gods do you respect?”
“None.”
“And why not?”
“I help myself,” he said.