I, Mary MacLane/Chapter 28
I TAKE it for granted God knows all about me.
If God should read this it would not be news to him.
But his knowledge of me is not immediate knowledge nor immediately interesting to him. He knows my Twos-and-Twos but he does not make Fours of them.
I am formed of loose Twos which wait for God to make them Fours.
I can not do it myself. When I've tried the added Twos come out threes, seventies, nines, twelves—all the mysterious numbers. Never Fours.
Long ago I decided not to try but to wait for God.
I juggle with temperamental and psychic Twos and experiment in hysteric additions.
But it's no good my trying to make Fours.
If God does not take it up I shall be eternal Twos.
And I seem not greatly to care: whenever that comes home to me I merely light a carefree cigarette.