God is fucked. God remains fucked. And we have fucked him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the copulators of all copulators? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has cum buckets under our touch: who will wipe this goo off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this sexual conquest too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?