Tag: books, god

Books never cease to astonish me. When I was a child, I knew–in the incontestable way that children know things–that God was an author who’d imagined me, which is why I (and everyone else) existed: to populate His narrative. My task was to imagine God in return: this was all He and I owed each other.

Books never cease to astonish me. When I was a child, I knew–in the incontestable way that children know things–that God was an author who’d imagined me, which is why I (and everyone else) existed: to populate His narrative. My task was to imagine God in return: this was all He and I owed each other.