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2004-05-07 | 5:33 a.m.

I want to believe that life is a gentle, harmless divine comedy in which suffering is all part of some incomprehensible plan and when I meet up with god I'll just playfully elbow him in the ribs and tell him that it was okay that life was so messed up sometimes. Can god make a rock he can't lift? Can god make a person that he can't take care of? My father bled to death, I was conceived in the water, the sun is burning out, the universe is expanding. The last time I tripped I steadily sailed away from the earth, the galaxy, until the entire universe was all spread out in front of me, spinning sadly, inhaling and exhaling, arbitary and alone. I want to believe that everything will be okay because there's a divine plan. I want to believe I'm smart enough to figure this out. I'm not.

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