Sometimes I think of life as an Agatha Christie novel
and you’ve got to die to find out who did it.
Like, what a surprise it’ll be to discover it was God all along.
God is the butler.
God is just so slow at giving out press releases.
(A press release from God: I’m touching you now.)
First the Torah
then the New Testament
with huge gaps in the middle.
It would be like asking your boss a question
and getting the go ahead after you’re dead.
I’m telling you, if God just got on Twitter
hell, the Pope’s on Twitter, what’s God afraid of?
Some guy wrote “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players”
and my part turns out to be the punchline for a much bigger joke I still don’t get yet.
it’s me, Peter
would you answer me if I asked you a hypothetical question?