Scars are the paler pain of survival, received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury. — Mark Z. Danielewski

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June 19, 1994

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Do you believe in God? I don't think I ever asked you that one. Well I do now. But my God isn't your Catholic varietal or your Judaic or Mormon or Baptist or Seventh Day Adventist or whatever / whoever. No burning brush, no angels, no cross. God's a house. Which is not to say that our house is God's house or even a house of God. What I mean to say is that our house is God.

Who has never gone for a walk through some unfamiliar park and felt that it was huge, only to return a second time to discover that the park is in fact much smaller than initially perceived?