... it's as if the whole world was suddenly destroyed, but not by an
explosion -- an explosion is something hard and solid -- but destroyed
by ... some horrible kind of softening ... as if nothing was solid,
nothing held any shape at all, and you could poke your finger through
stone walls and the stone would give, like jelly, and mountains would
slither, and buildings would switch their shapes like clouds -- and
that would be the end of the world, not fire and brimstone, but goo.
-- Cherryl Taggart
