““We longed for this world. We coveted it, and we hoped. Even Lucifer, though he wouldn't say it, looked on with greed-softened eyes, infatuated. I deluded myself into thinking that yes, perhaps Elohim had taken him back. Perhaps Elohim had forgotten all, would set him up as a god over this rich and wild new world. The next blessings to come from El would be his, and ours." He shook his head with a brittle laugh, the sound slightly too high-pitched for such a big man. We had skirted the MIT campus to arrive on Main, a block from my office building. "And why weren't they? Why couldn't they be?" He pulled over, put the car in park, and turned to look at me. "Because then he created them." "Them?" "You.””
