“Up to you,” God said. This is a lonely answer.
My hot bath had steamed the bathroom mirrors. I was brushing my teeth, contemplating all the irritating, confusing choices humans face. Which main dish to order, which shirt to buy, which route to take, which career to pursue, which allegiances to pledge, which weapons to use, which sacrifices to make, which people to love–how much to eat, when to arrive, when to leave, when to support, when to withhold, when to sing and when to scream–the choice of what to believe, who to trust. Even not choosing is choosing. There’s no way out.
“I know you have opinions,” I said. “Why can’t you be more open about them? Why can’t you be more helpful?”
“I take that to mean I’m supposed to know already,” I said. Like a tired professor, God wrote the words justice, mercy…
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