"Here again," she said in a short soliloquy that wasn't her own but some author Anonymous's; the world was resetting to the time of new outlooks, crossroads and dead chapters, nothing learned and nothing new under ye olde celestial bodies, but for a little while she would be outside of it, above more than below, remembering things she'd forgotten, thinking of the other times she was here--the cataclysms of being, the shatterings, the ecstasies, a mental heaven and hell occurring at the same time... as if God built a prison for her inspired by a restaurant whose owner was either very cheeky or highly oblivious. "Heaven and Hell: Mexican Roulette-traunt," or a Hooters spin-off of that name serving hospital cafeteria food would make sense as inspirations for her particular manifest of suffering-cross-pleasure, at least right now, she was telling people lately. When anyone would ask her what she meant, she referred them to Jeeves and ran 50% odds of flipping them off too.