Creation is the Word. Words are real. Miracles are like love. God loves man, but men suck dick. That's a miracle.
Creation is real.
He hits the arm of the couch with the palm of his hand to indicate its realness. He smiles at you and pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, where it was hidden by long black hair. Words are solid. Miracles are like smoke. He lights the cigarette and you don't even think to stop him or say anything.