Is That Where God Lives?

When I come up river by night on the Samaru, the line between the living in the dead city had been like that between the dark curve of the world and the celestial dome with its stars. Now, when there was so much more light, it had vanished. Rough ruinous structures lined the bank, but whether they were the homes of the most wretched of our citizens or mere deserted shells, I could not determine until I saw a string on which three rags flapped. These people are poor, but in their poorness, that is where God is. The meek shall inherit the earth. And that's where the increate has its powerful presence. Yeah. It's along