Of course, they think I'm a man. After all, it's been such a long time since I've seen anyone.
"But, who, but a man could hold up the weight of the heavens?!"
"What do men know of perseverance?", I counter. "To hold the heavens for all time..."
And to think that I'm made of stone. Rigid and unmoving. Do the scientists not reveal to us that the heavens move?
To think that strength alone bears aloft the heavens. No, it takes more than strength. To sway and bend as the heavens shift in my arms. It takes a dancer's grace. It is a womb that I carry above. Pulsing and throbbing with life. And wombs can only be carried by women. And only love can bear the weight of the world.