Thousand: Three Hundred Sixty-Seven

whom God disdained. As often happens, some few believed the opposite, that my deviation from the norm made me lucky. Bad luck is better than no luck at all? How many Jesuses could there be? I did wonder about the hand. If it were God’s hand, would it fester and rot away like any other flesh? Perhaps it grew a replacement man, as I grew a replacement hand. I haven’t run into this twin in the centuries since. What would he know of himself? Not much, I suppose. I’ve never lost my head in all these years. That’s an experiment