The redeemed world has turned away from its Redeemer and forsaken its own Redemption, accepting worthless coins which purchase nothing but destruction. Stockpiles of arms and larger armies. Weapons of fearful destruction. All waiting to be used, pleading with their owners to unleash their destroying power.
Only the Woman has kept the world from nuclear war, constantly foiling all attempts or raising up powerful foes. A juggling act like the danger of a trapeze. When will the balls drop. When will the artist tumble. Can mankind live on the edge and never fall off?