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Deftly maneuvering across the endlessness and terrified of her mother, she realized that she had to do something: if she did not, existence itself would be lost.

The goat, however, was not impressed with this analysis, and told her as much.

She’s your mother, the goat said to her. You can’t harm her, even if life itself is at stake.

Not just life, she said, but existence. This planet won’t even exist as a cold, barren chunk of rock if we don’t do something. I am quite certain you don’t want that.

Well, no, said the goat, but isn’t there some way we can preserve existence without doing your mother in?

Not without doing you in, she said.

I withdraw my objections, said the goat.