If not, then why? Why? Why?
She could have screamed out this "Why" into the way of the wind.
She wanted to ask Him why he whirled body-clad souls out of the Nowhere, dragged them by the hair of their heads through ways thronged with thorns, then thrust them back again into the Nowhere, to lie stone still in their chill damp graves, in their straight grave clothes, awaiting His pleasure?
Why had He seen fit to fashion some all body and no soul?
Why had He made others all soul?
Why had He created the Seths to weary for love of the Celias and the Cyclonas to eat out their hearts for love of the Seths?
Some of these questions she had been wont to put to Seth, who had answered them as best he could in his patient way.
There was a hidden meaning in it all, he had said, meaningless as it often seemed. Some meaning that would show itself in God's good time.
We are uncut diamonds, was one of his explanations. We had much need of polishing before we could attain sufficient brilliancy to adorn a crown. We must have faith and hope, he had said. Much faith and hope and patience. And above all we must have the belief that it would all come out in the Great White Wash of Eternity, in God's good time.
But there were those who succumbed before God's good time, who would never know the explanation until they had passed into the Beyond, where they would cease to care.