: Life After God
: Life After GodMom said that people are interested in birds only inasmuch as they exhibit human characteristics - greed and stupidity and anger - and by doing so they free us from the unique sorrow of being human. She thinks humans are tired of having to take the lame all by themselves for the badness in the world.
I told mom my own theory of who we like birds - of how birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.
[p.80]
I have always considered the rain healing - a blanket - the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in a given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.
[p.228]
Now - here is my secret:
I tell it to you with an openness of heart that I doubt I shall ever achieve again, so I pray that you are in a quiet room as you hear these words. My secret is that I need God - that I am sick and can no longer make it alone. I need God to help me give, because I no longer seem to be capable of giving; to help me be kind, as I no longer seem capable of kindness; to help me love, as I seem beyond being able to love. [p.359]
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