If I had to describe the type of care I received during my second
birth in a few words, I'd say it was ideal, supported, and empowering.
Talking snakes, talking donkeys, a boat at sea for half a year with a couple million animals, a temple less than 5000sq feet taking 150,000 workers and 7 years to complete, and then sacrificing 14 animals a minute for 7 days straight, a virgin
birth story (like there weren't already a
few of them before), a zombie invasion that no third party seemed to witness, a dude living
in the belly of a fish for a couple days, a guys last
words (before become back as a zombie) being «My god, my god, why hast thou forsaken me.»