I Have Nothing To Say For Myself,

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

I See God Now As An Unimaginative Writer Of Popular Fictions, Someone Who Builds Stories Around Sadistic And Graceless Plots, Narratives That Exist Only To Express His Terror Of A Woman's Power To Choose Who And How To Love, To Redefine Love As She Sees Fit, Not As God Thinks It Ought To Be. The Author Is Unworthy Of His Own Characters.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

God Saves - But Not Now, And Not Here. His Salvation Is On Layaway. Like All Grifters, He Asks You To Pay Now And Take It On Faith That You Will Receive Later. Whereas Women Offer A Different Sort Of Salvation, More Immediate And Fulfilling. They Don't Put Off Their Love For A Distant, Ill-defined Eternity But Make A Gift Of It In The Here And Now, Frequently To Those Who Deserve It Least. So It Was In My Case. So It Is For Many. The Devil And Woman Have Been Allies Against God From The Beginning.

Longhaired Preachers Come Out Every Night, Tryin' To Tell Us What's Wrong And What's Right. But When Asked About Something To Eat, They Will Tell You In Voices So Sweet. You Will Eat (you Will Eat!) By And By, (by And By!) In That Glorious Land In The Sky. (way Up High!) Work And Pray, Live On Hay, You'll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die. (that's A Lie!)