“Buddhas and bodhisattvas weep. Deities in charge of strife, whose random laughter at human battles momentarily shrinks the hearts of animals and the buds of flowers, observe in amazement tactics and consequences of war on the females of an entire planet. Divinities of flesh, bone, and muscle, of blood and beauty beat their bejeweled fists against the grounds of heaven. Because they all see into a vast and growing pool that submerges girls and women in distortions.”