gone before it comes

Texas, USA

Wanda Carpenter hugs her seven-year-old daughter Samantha at the Fulton Learning Center after waiting out Hurricane Harvey

Photograph: DDP USA/Rex/Shutterstock

Talking about god is like talking about the weather -- a way for me to connect with you and vice versa and yet meaningless. Meaningless filled with meaning and ersatz meaning. Rich meaninglessness. Delicious. Cozy.

The picture above is enough for me. It is full and it is itself and it shoots through me in less than the blink of an eye. It is a period on a sentence that never began. Who needs god when there is god and yet there is no god?

But there is the weather.

It's not good or bad, wise or ignorant, talking about god. It's just a bit silly in the face of what is so fucking obvious.

Ahhhh.