This Above All, To Refuse To Be

If A God Showed Up Every Time You Put A Quarter In The Prayer Slot It Wouldn't Be God, It Would Be A Puppet That You Could Control By Doing That...that Would Make The Deity Subservient To You. So It Wouldn't Be A Deity Would It?

What We Share May Be A Lot Like A Traffic Accident But We Get One Another. We Are Survivors Of Each Other. We Have Been Shark To One Another, But Also Lifeboat. That Counts For Something.

There Is Never Only One, Of Anyone

I Didn't Much Like It, This Grudge-holding Against The Past.

Maybe Sadness Was A Kind Of Hunger, She Thought. Maybe The Two Went Together.